She appeared 'older', having visually to have aged ... two? perhaps slightly more years biologically.Just as a rough guess.The now 'not so little Prin...ess' seemed distant as well.Not precisely cold mind you, just some how 'detached'.Small wonder indeed, given the circumstances.Kiyone was still trying to fill in some of the details surrounding exactly what had gone down.Though her attempts to gather intel were met with polite resistance.Even when Key openly confessed that she was worried as hell. "Oh, I don't know, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing--we could just open the sliding door to the balcony and let the smoggy air envelop us while we fuck on the living room carpet," Michael quipped.Megan rolled her eyes as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him with a smile. "Listen, buddy, I've been planning this for weeks, and you're not going to deny me now!" I wouldn't dare, would I?" replied Michael. He leaned down to give her a peck on her full,. She groaned and rolled onto her side, then to her back. She placed a shaking hand to her forehead as she breathed heavily."See? Toldya you'd like it," Richie drawled.Linda offered him a forced smile. "I-it was great, Richie," she said in a weak voice."Yeah, you liked it. You got off on it, I felt it."Linda shifted her legs. There was a faint after-ache in her pussy. She simply nodded."So why'd you tell me you didn't wanna do it at first, huh?"Linda hesitated. Did he really want an answer? Now. The door was answered by a slightly chubby, hairy guy about my own age (late 30s), and after nominal greetings, he led me to his bedroom.A porn tape was playing in the VCR, feeding to a TV at the foot of the bed. The lights were dim, so the main light came from the TV. The video was straight porn with the sound turned down low. He started to undress, and I followed his lead, stripping off my street clothes down to the black lingerie beneath. As I bent over to pull my jeans off and revealed my.