Placing Judy on her back with her head on the arm and one leg hanging off with her foot on the floor, Emily brought her mouth up to Judy's pussy. Oh g...d Emmy you make me feel so wonderful. Oh god baby lick my pussy oh oh god honey suck me. Emily obliged and snaked her tongue as far up Judys pussy as she could and hooking the end she tittilated Judy's G spot. Oh my god Emmy I'm going to cum oooooooooooooh aaaaaaaaaaaaaah ooooooooooooh agh oh god fuck me fuck me. Ooooooooooooooo oh oh.After. We kissed again as the sun came up, and I told her again those three precious words, and she nodded and swallowed hard and whispered back the same. I didn't see her for nearly two weeks after that. I stopped going to the bar after a week. Instead, I drank at home, burying the memory of those two kisses and those three words. At least, I tried to. Day ten: a knock at the door. I looked out the spyhole - fat lot of use that was. It's so greasy you wouldn't see anything if it held up a neon sign.. ”“It’s heated, and anyway, I thought I told you to shut up and stay put,” I said, climbing out slowly and letting my hair drip over my arse and thighs, putting on a show for his benefit.Away from the glare of the heater, it was freezing. My breasts tightened, nipples rock hard. Who even was I anymore: skinny dipping in the rooftop pool of an NCS target on a Monday night? My world was crumbling, but something much better was forming from the ruins.I climbed onto the bed and stood over him, my. Moments later, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he just sat there, staring at my shirt-covered chest.I actually hadn’t seen Pete with his shirt off since we were 9 as we never went swimming together. It was definitely different now. He had some muscles – not much, but some. His chest muscles pushed out a little bit, and I could just barely see some of his abs. He was nothing like the guys with no shirts in magazines, but he definitely looked a little older..