He took his time sucking and licking it off my lips, making me melt like the frosting did on his tongue. ‘Mmm, girl, you are one tasty gingerbread g...rl,’ he moaned. ‘Got some sprinkles?’ I pulled away to grab the sprinkles and then back to the fridge to grab a jar of leftover Maraschino cherries. I waved them in front of his face. ‘If you’re good, I’ll let you pop my cherry,’ I said, wickedly. We cased the refrigerator and the cabinets to find whatever spreadable edibles we could find and snuck. She sat forward and motioned him with her finger to come closer. He stopped, slid his chair closer to her and continued playing the song. She stretched her body out sliding a foot along the floor between his legs, her hands idly playing with the top button of her dress. He changed the tune to long slow melancholy notes and with each note she undid another button of her dress. He kept on playing as all the buttons were undone and her body was laid bare before him. Her nakedness silhouetted by. The weight of his hand on the tender flesh shot a spike of heat to her chest then two of his fingers twitched, caressing the mound under the material of her top. Her heart was crashing against its cage, her breath coming quicker, deeper. In his sleep Kit felt his girlfriend’s tit and pressed harder, he felt the nipple grow stiff. His prick, which had withered when Betty made him turn over, regained full manhood. With a strong, concentrated will, Betty lifted his hand off her and pushed it. "perfect" she said. "put them on" she orderd.. WHAT!?! I was not going to put on a tiny pink g-string, im a boy. I had never even though of doing that. I hesitated "umm..ermm.." .. "NOW!" she orderd.. "its either this or I bind you back to that chair and put you in a room on your own for a week. your choice slut" she shouted. It wasnt a risk I was willing to take, so after a few seconds I took the g-string and slowly slid it up my legs. I had a amazing warm sickly feeling in my stomach, was I.