The woman got on the desk on her back and laid back and then sat back up, her legs spread. I got a good eye full of her panties. "There is not much ro...m to move around here." She said. "Well, the guy was standing here." I said as I moved in between her legs. "Oh I get it." She said. We went back to our tables and she drank a few more drinks. She looked for her husband but could not find him. Then the woman grabbed my hand and said for me to come with her. We walked together back down that. They told me I should otherwise dress like the slut I am and act like it. ‘But you should always clean up the mess afterward.’ Kyle said. Anthony added, ‘And the cum that lands anywhere but in or on you, you should clean up with your mouth.’ I asked them what about my b*****r? They said that I should still dress like a slut around him and tease him like I would the boys at school by bending over and stuff. They told me that if he ever tried to fuck me that I should refuse. This all made sense. I imagined running my hand over your body, still hot and stiff with sleep, squeezing your damp pussy until you're shaking your hips and groaning into my mouth.My teeth on your neck are getting rougher now, my hands on your body pressing harder. I grab your hair (so soft and fine!) with both hands and you groan. I kiss your slack mouth hard, and then tug your head down under the covers, where its warm and dark and stuffy, musky with our two bodies. I press your mouth against my nipple for a. He pulls me into a store door way right on main street of this sleepy little town. Pressing me up against the glass back to kissing me hot heavy deep. I can not tell you how manytime i had dreamed of this. I let my hand brush his bulge and at that point he must have known that the game was on. He reached up and firmly cupped my chest as his tongue danced in my mouth. His hands slipped up under my shirt, so warm cupping my over my bra before pushing my shirt up exposing my covered chest. It did.