Lillian took a few strokes of my meat before pulling it out of her mouth. She led me to the bed lifting my shirt over my head as I loweredher panties ...ff her hips. Lillian pushed me onto my back as she guided my cock back into her talented mouth. She shifted to sixty-nine withme, her drenched pussy lips parted as she straddled my face. The folds of her lips flushed bright pink from arousal, her juices dribbling out ofher expectant pussy. Lillian was guiding my cock in and out of her throat. Its hips were wide too, giving it a distinct hourglass figure, with thick thighs to support its immense weight.It almost looked like a werewolf, but those weren’t real, right?The creature roamed down towards his trousers, drawing in huge lungfuls of air as it sniffed loudly, drool raining down on him. It reminded him of Smoke when he cooked bacon, sitting beside the stove and salivating, hoping that a scrap might fall to the floor.He squirmed and gritted his teeth in discomfort as it dug its. "Ben looks as if he is about to say something but Mark moves so he is in between us.“I think you had better leave,” he says firmly. Ben gives us both a look and leaves without a second glance. Part of me is relieved that he is gone, but another part is saddened by the loss of my best friend.I had spend years confiding in him, spending time with him, creating this amazing bond that I thought was irreplaceable but his callous attitude opens my eyes to his true nature, crushing me in how much time. I turned in the mirror and smiled, the dress definitelycomplimented my breasts and my butt, and happy that I was giving Stevea bit to look at. Then I gave a couple spritzes of my favorite perfume,and made my way down the stairs.As I was reaching the landing I saw him, he was clean shaven today, andwore a navy blue polo shirt with a nice off white blazer and matchingpants. I always preferred the business casual look over suits ortuxedos when on more formal dates. Okay so who wears a tuxedo on.