Call me on my cell phone when you arrive. Do you understand?" I asked."Yes, Bob."(LYNDIA'S STORY)When the phone rang that Friday, I had just finished ...y shower. The marks from the bowling alley had faded from my tits and they looked, and felt, normal again. I had washed myself carefully, spending a lot of time cleaning my pussy. Well, not cleaning it exactly. OK, I was playing with myself. Running the shower spray over my cunt with one hand while I held my pussy lips open with the other. It. .. and held it there, making my shaft shutter. She pulled off and gasped for air. She looked up and smiled at me. She placed her hand back on my cock stroking me and ran her tongue ring all over again, worshiping my cock.I looked down and noticed that she was rubbing her pussy with her left hand now while she blew me. I got so turned on I felt the cum begin tingle inside of me heading for my shaft. I warned her, "Jessica baby, I'm gonna cum." She let go, "How do you want to finish B?" "In your. I thought that Id try to get her phone number, but didnt. Next time!, I thought. When I got home, I was horny and thought about calling Karen and asking about Don, and oh, by the way, could I come over for some hot sex? Well, I did at least call Karen. Don wasnt doing well, and their daughter was coming to town for what might be her last visit with her Dad. Ok, thats nice. Let me know if you need my help with anything I replied, without getting specific about what I would be willing to help. He’s all man, ridiculously sexy, and comes HIGHLY recommended from some….good sources (giggle)”I hung up and couldn’t suppress a smile. I knew Jada would understand. Jada was my best friend since middle school. We practiced kissing with each other and began to experiment as early as f******n. It was the early erotic connections we had that gave us the similar impeccable and high-class taste we had in only the finest men that made us the envy of every bitch who laid eyes on us. When Jada told me.