As the days and weeks went on, we went out for lunches and coffees. We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday... We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She. ’ He pecked her on the cheek as they held the hug. ‘I can’t wait to give you a real kiss,’ he whispered. ‘A passionate kiss,’ she breathlessly asked? ‘You told me I’d love your kisses.’ ‘I hope you’re not disappointed.’ ‘The way I feel I don’t think I could be disappointed.’ They reluctantly broke their hug and he ordered a bourbon to catch up with her. They sat at the bar like the old friends they were. They chatted of this and that. A nervousness surrounding their talk, a nervousness that had. "Goddamn! I got so hot watchin' that!" Myra panted. "Pound the shit out of me, Honey! Make Mama wail!"The two of them were totally different -- but each was EXCELLENT! The inside of Myra's pussy had a grainier texture to it than Carol's, which meant that even without her clamping down on me like Carol had, I got plenty of stimulation. Myra was just as hair-trigger as she had been earlier in the day, too -- she hit orgasm in what seemed to be no time at all and it was time to move back to. This hunk understood that I got an orgasm so he smiled and again thrust his tongue into my mouth and I started to suck and then I moved my right hand and started to press his lauda over his pants and he smiled and he opened his pant and slid it down and I could see a huge bulge in his underwear and I immediately put my hand on his underwear to feel his size and hardness and I could feel that he has a huge lund but I wanted to see it so I started to pull out his underwear but hekissed my cheek.