She loved my cum.That night I slipped out of my room and into Joyce’s room. She was waiting for me. She opened her legs and had me sit between them ...nd jerk off for her. She was fingering her pussy to get her finger wet then playing with her clit. She started counting slowly one, two, and then three. I asked her what she was doing and she replied that she was counting off her orgasms for me. What! I didn’t see any cum come out and I hadn’t either. She laughed at me and said that girls don’t cum. The whole décor screamed good taste and class. She couldn't help wondering how much the room had cost — it was likely to be expensive.Chris checked them in whilst Erica loitered to one side, reading the extensive list of services offered and worrying whether Clare was coping with her daughter. She was desperate to call home and check, but she knew Clare would just tell her she was being over-protective."Come on," said Chris with a faint smile. "I have the key."Erica nodded and followed him as. It was just eleven o’clock – so we had plenty of time. I parked the bike and, in the dark of the church porch, drew her into a passionate kiss. She loosened her blouse and I felt her sweet soft breasts pressing into me. She had already removed her bra, while waiting for me. I engulfed those soft globes first with my hands and then with my lips, tugging and suckling her little nipples into hard lumps. She held my head to her chest and moaned with delight. Feeling her bottom, I found that she. So I had no choice but to spend some more time with sir. Soon after drinking coffee he planted a kiss on my lips. I was surprised and suddenly pushed him back with full force.To which he tried to console me and said there is no wrong in this but I denied and expressed that I wanted to go home but then he told me that he wanted to fuck me once. I was surprised to hear and told him that I’m not ready and I am going home. He was then trying to convince me at that time a thought came to my mind why.