" Libby, I dare you to kiss someone."No! she knows I don't do that now, she knew I didn't want to get close and personal, I'd told her that, and I'd e...en managed to squirm out of dancing with a gorgeous young hunk of a guy who I would have happily seduced and devoured if I was single. But since I had started to get serious with Nigel who is now my husband my wilder days were behind me. I was a monogamous one-man woman and had been for twenty years now."I dare you to kiss," she slurred drunkenly. I grew a little angry , i was still wet, sore throbbing and leaking his cum. I slid over to the dry side of the bed and fell asleep.The following morning i woke up extra early to take a shower ridding my deverginized pussy of the sperm from last night.. Threw my blood soiled white sheets away and got dressed. It was a little difficult to walk I still felt pain everytime i walked or sat down and Antwan was the first to notice. He grabed by ass while i was walking thru the hallway." looking at. She just slowly backed up, stood there and watched as I stroked my cock in front of her. She stood leaning against the wall, completely naked!She smiled at me with that familiar come-and-get-it-if-you-want-it expression on her face. A warm, arousing smile spread across her face as she watched me. She was absolutely sexy, her body ravishing, eyes seductive. She was killing me just by her looks.Her boobs moving up and down in anticipation were just suckable. Water dripping from her clean shaven. Sandrine was no whore.No, this was personal to him. He put aside any thought of what she might do with others or what favors she might extend to them. Not his business.Nor was the extra tuition in evidence so far this afternoon. They worked on vocabulary and on something that confounded him—irregular verbs. English didn’t have them, he was quite sure of that. It had not occurred to him, a native speaker, that English was in fact filled with irregular verbs. In comparison with their French.