"Come on, it wasn't that bad, was it? At least it's been in Rachel, and my mouths too," Jessica said. "True, but it's still not my cup of tea. Does th...s mean that we won't get to see you two go at it again?" I wondered. Our eyes went to Pat shooting his load onto Rachel's face, and then we looked back at each other. "I wouldn't say that, but could you at least give your best friend a kiss?" Jessica pondered. "You mean him, right?" I asked. "I'm your best fucking friend forever, he's just your. She didn’t seem in the least disappointed when I didn’t immediately throw myself at her. She smiled, and apologised, and smiled again. She was playing the long game and had begun by showing what was on offer.Her next step was carefully planned. She began to take a great interest in my photography and asked me about my cameras, the lenses I used, the film stock, the dark room equipment, and the techniques for enhancing the enlargements. She was convincing.After that initial burst of enthusiasm,. She was moaning and dripping.We got in the car, i started to drive and told her no clit rubbing, just let the dildos fuck her and suck me but dont let me cum. Ho boy!We drove, getting more and more excited, all she was doing was moaning around my cock deep in her mouth. I was leaking something terrible, my cock was soakedand rock hard.I picked her head up, her lips were soaked, saliva all over her face and tits, eyes glazed, nipples were purple, she was a sexual mess."Just enjoy your dildos. We made a date for a working brown bag lunch on Friday to go over the audit. During our lunch date I asked her on a real date. That date went well and I asked out again. During that date, she asked playfully, “Oh, Mr. Accountant, is this our second or third date?” I replied, “Hmm, let’s call the brown bag lunch a half a date, rounding to nearest whole number, this is our second date.” I didn’t have to ask the significance a “third date.” I knew she was ready to have sex. Completely confident.