I could feel him dropping the ice cream in my mouth."Good?" he asked."Delicious," I replied."I'd like to try something new," he said.He moved his hand...down to my cunt and rubbed slowly. He then got up and grabbed the ice cream. This time he stuck his first two fingers in. As he pulled them out, I could see they were dripping with the Cherry Vanilla. Ryan moved them down back to my pussy. He then stuck them in slowly."Fuck!" I moaned.The feeling was so great, but also so cold. He moved his. And, judging from the sounds she was making and from the way those padded hips were rocking back to me in time with each of my strokes, she was enjoying it nearly as much as I was.Of course Nan's influence had laid its not terribly subtle hand on this date, at least up to the present moment. I had invited Jessica to dinner at a nice restaurant when I called her to ask her out. I had picked her up rather than just met her there. And I was decked out in an outfit that Nan and Jessica had picked. I was about to protest when he sank it back inside me, all the way! Then he did it again, and again. Jesus Christ, I thought, NOW I'm getting fucked!I let go of my tits so I could grab his ass and pull him into me. God, it felt so fucking good. I've masturbated a few thousand times, but it was never like this, at all! Soon he put his whole weight on me and I felt... overwhelmed. He was in complete control of me, I couldn't move anything except my pelvis, up and down to meet his strokes. I felt. The problem was that he knew it was wrong, knew that if he admitted it to her, she would probably expect to act on it, and that could only lead to disaster.He had to tell her. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath to prepare himself.She spoke first. "Jeff," she said."Yes, Brit," he replied, then silently let out the breath he had taken."I have to tell you something." What is it?" Well ... it's something wonderful, but ... I'm afraid of how you might take it." It's okay, Brit. You don't.