"So you think she's attractive and I think she's attractive and we both really like her. So we have to be careful but at the same time I'm pretty sure...we're both already having fantasies about her." So what are we going to do next?" WE are not going to do anything. YOU are." Why did I know you were going to say that?" sighed Paris."The same way you knew I was going to do this?" Rory disengaged her fingers from her friend's hand. She slid sideways in her chair, pressing her thigh tightly against. Before I could check myself I asked "Have you been enjoying the sex descriptions?"I turned red and looked to the floor. "Oh god..." I thought "That will surely get back to my mother".Joanne spoke almost immediately "Yes, I have been ... and don't worry I'm not offended by the question".She led me through to the kitchen and I opened my display case to show her the shower head."This shower head, when fitted can save you almost $500 in water charges over the course of a year. It reduces the flow. If I didn't act like it's a joke. People'd think I'm a pervert for sure!" She giggles. "Instead of just...oversexed?" I attempt, scratching grass from my side."I guess... Sure!" She nods her ditsy head, bringing it down to brush against my arm. As she looks at me again, I see in her eyes a dark secret..... (How's that possible? I'm still not sure... It's almost as if I noticed it, right there on the surface of her soul... Waiting and wanting to reveal itself to me.) Noticing this strange. Not a sudden rush but slow and fleeting. In tiny increments, it built, its certainty never guaranteed. Trembling through my thighs and into my hips, my abdomen tensed and shook. I could not relax until it vented and as a tight spring, it uncoiled clumsily. I bellowed hard and his lips wrapped around me. I flexed tight, back curved high, and felt the lustful belts with heartfelt sobs of relief. Collapsing limply into the bed, she pressed her mouth to his. She pored over my exhausted body,.