“What?”
“You kissed me!”
“So?”
“So … that’s, uh, different.”
“Huh?”
“That’s, you know, like, intimate stuff.”
“Wait … you swallowed my cum last week.”
“Yeah?”
“What was that?”
“That’s not … look, I want us to have fun. The worst thing you could do was show her your weakness. “Fuck. I grabbed the couch cushion, pressing it into my lap. Yes. “OK.”
“Is my mouth good?” she asked. She eased just the head into her tight slit. The black tank top stayed on, still pushed up above her belly button. You’re my oldest friend.”
“No, I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” I said, still sort of confused but also still hard and not wanting to say something stupid. Anyway, Anna had a pair of PJs with a cow print on them. Good. “I’ll take them off.”
She stood up, thumbs under waist band, pushing down her cow pajamas and revealing a tiny pair of black-silk panties. She pressed her panty-covered mound against my cock and continued grinding. Is there such a thing as “sleep blowing”?
