While I was fucking her, she said “you really like me being a little tramp don’t you?” I told her I wasn’t thinking of her as a tramp, that wa... a societal judgment because women who fuck around are tramps, but men that do the same thing are studs. Double standards to which I don’t subscribe. After all, who are we “studs” going to fuck if we didn’t have women who liked to fuck as much as we do?I also told her I had seen Harvey but we had not had a chance to talk, but I was going to invite him to. I received no response.Twenty minutes later she had not reappeared.“Hey, what the fuck,” I yelled. “Get your ass back in here.”No response. I knew she hadn’t left because I could hear her moving around in the living room.“Are you on the phone?” I yelled. “Jesus.”This continued for another twenty minutes. I tried to free myself from the chair but it was completely hopeless. My once hard cock had shrunk into a withered little stump and I was starting to get pissed.Finally she entered the. ”“Are you all satisfied now?” Lissa asked.“You aren’t going to stop, are you? No, I’m not satisfied. I want more!” Melody said.Lissa laughed.“Isn’t that what you want to hear from your lover, Tony? ‘More. I want more?’ Most women can climax several times to each time a man comes. Maybe not every time, but often. When she wants more, you want to be able to give her more. So you have to use everything you’ve got to please her.“Your lips.” Lissa stroked a finger across my lips and it sent shivers. It was over her panties, which I guess is what you’re supposed to do. I liked it a lot. It was tight, and the metallic sheen made it seem wet. Rach turned so I could see her butt. It wasn’t a thong, but the triangle of suit covering her butt was narrow enough to show the dimples caused by her muscles that I liked so much. I glanced back to make sure the attendant wasn’t watching, then pulled down the front of my shorts to show Rach how much I liked it. She grinned her evil grin, and said.