I screamed with pleasure, and Tam’s mouth covered mine. Her hands were squeezing my boobs, as her tongue probed my mouth, and the lust between us in...ensified. I needed to touch them. I reached down and grabbed Paul’s cock. He liked that as his finger fucking got harder, not necessary faster, but harder, deeper into my pussy. I reached with my other hand and found Tam’s hip. I squeezed it, and dug my nails into her skin a little bit, just to let her know how much I craved her flesh.“Tam, I want. . to make you understand just how much I mean it. Suddenly ... the difference in our ages really didn’t matter to me anymore.“The only thing that mattered was to hold you ... and kiss you ... and tell you ... and tell you, Megan, that I am in love with you!”I slipped off the chair until I was kneeling in front of Megan.“I ... I stopped at a jeweler’s today. And made a small purchase. I was going to ask you tomorrow, after I begged for your forgiveness. Instead, I will beg for your forgiveness. “As smooth as I feel I hope.”“Oh, we smooth,” she replies, “we’re definitely smooth.”She then walks over and clinches my freshly shaved member tightly in her hand, causing me to squeal unexpectedly. With my cock held firmly in her hand, she leads me by it to our bed.“I have something important I want to ask you,” she says while now slowly stroking what has become a full erection, “how well do you trust me? Don’t answer yet! I want you to actually think about it first. Do you feel you could. Isat up on the bed and reached for my cigarettes and my phone.I lit my first cigarette of the day, before checking my phonemessages. Mrs Harris had texted to tell me that it was going to be a"pink day" at the salon, and the outfit i was to wear was in a pinkbox at the bottom of my shoe closet. Whenever Mrs Harris sent messageslike that before my salon visits, it was never normally good news,butI was so used to it now I figured things couldn't get much worse, andthe worst that would happen is.