Its now my turn to appraise you, and I grin at the sight. Just looking at you in your shorts and t-shirt makes me wet. I guide your hand to my tan bac..., and let you pull me in for a kiss. As you kiss me, my tongue caresses yours, letting you feel how much I want you, as my hands run up and down your back. I press up really close to you, raising my skirt up and exposing my thighs, so that I’m grinding against your obvious arousal. I can feel my slit getting wetter as your hands start to travel. He was nude, lying in the couch and couldn’t remember how he’d got there. His cock felt like it had been in tight pants all day. Unconsciously, he reached to straighten it and almost SHIT when he couldn’t even find it! Befuddled, he picked up the phone and heard a sexy voice. -=The Rules=- “Hi Tom, did you notice anything missing?” Jennifer had found his name on his driver’s license. “Who are you? What do you mean?” Jennifer smiled and reached. She stopped to look at me, proud of what she had done and how I was dressed in her soft delicates. She started to rub her pussy feverishly on me, she was getting so hot and wet, the sweat from her back dripping down to her ass made such a beautiful smell. Pushing back just far enough for me to have a small taste when all of a sudden there came an explosion of hot golden nectar all over me. I was completely soaked and she was slipping and sliding all over. I need release. I need to come right. 'More like you're just scared shitless. Chicken.' That made me laugh as I shot him another lingering look. He was watching me as well, and as my eyes finally really met his he lifted up his hand, pointed at me with his index and then beckoned me. I looked back at Camille who was raising her eyebrows and made a little 'go on!' gesture. I once again put my focus on Mr. Fuck, kicked my chin up a notch, turned around and pointedly walked in the exact opposite direction, towards the bar. I was just.