"Well, I know he loves being blown, do you deep throat him?" Marry asked."Yep, he loves that. I just go down as far as I can go on his cock and he is ...ine. Absolutely no further work is needed after that, he is easy," Emily said.I just had a weird look on my face."Hey, I'm sitting right here," I replied."You wanna suck on his cock now?" Marry asked Emily."Yes, if you don't mind," Emily replied.They both got up and Emily went down towards my cock. She took it in her mouth and Marry lay down with. But nothing was adding up—especially with the morning photo I’d received from her.“What about you and Derek? The picture you sent me showed come dripping out of your twat.”“Yeah. Icky stuff. Dries like cement. Took me forever to scrub it off this morning. I should never have let it dry overnight, but I thought it would be sexy. Wrong!”“Derek?” I repeated.“One and done,” she sighed. “He barely got it into me before he came. Then he was all in a panic that my mother would discover us. He jerked. I got up wrapped the towel around me, and headed downstairs. My thoughts of Emily raced. When was I going to see her again? When was I going to talk to her again? I still didn't get her number, but that was okay. I know her friends, they should be able to give it to me. If not, there's always MySpace or something. Getting a hold of her shouldn't be that hard. I ran into Allison. "I was wondering where you were." "I've been around." "Haven't gotten your swimsuit back yet I see." She said. One could see her puffy little camel toe strained against the front of the gray cotton, with the faintest suggestion that she was wearing no panties, as the fabric appeared to be a little moist. She was a complete knockout, from her pretty little pink toenails, to her bodacious bod, to her cute face with those cocksucker lips. Her entire body, wrapped in a small white blouse with a plunging neckline, teasing with the promise of her huge tits, and flimsy (for her body) shorts, almost begged to.