Me singing? No way. I did politely decline and thank her for the invitation.While waiting for a table, I happen to notice myself in a nearby mirror st...nding in profile. Wow! My dressalmost looked painted on for how it clung to me, and the heels really made my bottom look so inviting as I found myself lifting it to admire. I smiled at myself and pouted my lips and fluffed my newly trimmed hair so the curls arranged themselves to make me look coquettish. I felt so feminine right then and there.I. I jump a little. “No,” I whine, “NO! You’re not my first, you’re not my first,” I mutter, more to myself than him.I feel him pause. “Oh? The slut was pretending to be virtuous?”I choke back a sob. “I’m not a slut,” I protest, realizing his misunderstanding. “I’ve never done anything. Please, stop! I promise I’m not,” I beg, knowing that my protests will fall on deaf ears.“No need to get upset, I don’t care. Just make up your mind,” he says casually, as though talking about a baseball team he. I sucked on his tongue as I rubbed our throbbing, sensitive cocks together. He said, “I need to suck your cock again”. I said, “I need to keep sucking your cock too. I’ve got an idea”. I led him to my bed with a firm grip on his cock. I laid down on the bed. He laid down next to me. “Uh uh, lay the other way”, I purred mischievously. He finally realized what was about to happen. We were going to 69 each other and cum in each other’s mouths. “Fuck yeah!” Was all he could say. Laying side by side. Moving your hands up the thighs gliding across your hips traveling through you water soaked skin. You stop when the fingers go up then over your growing nipples. The weight of your hands on your erect breast sends tingles through your body. Adding pressure creates reflex for thighs to spreads. One arm releases from your breasts and cupping your sweet pussy. Your fingers trace the separation between your swollen lips as you here a voice saying, “Can I join”. Startled, you look around and see.