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’I stepped forward and kissed him, a hot, wet kiss, sharing our tongues. I stepped back waiting for the fallout but it didn’t come and before long...I was lifting my skirt and dropping to my knees. I undid my blouse buttons and ran a finger over my cleavage, before undoing his flies and removing his cock.I licked my hand and grasped his cock, only just closing my fingers around its girth. I slid my hand up and down, wanking him hard and then took his cock into my mouth. His cock was substantial. When I straightened, my boyfriend was already naked with his hand wrapped around his dick waiting for me in his bed.'I never saw you this wet for me before, I can see it dripping down your legs!' I walked towards him slowly, forcing myself to ignore his comment before I started to feel guilty again, after all, I was wet for his father not him, and so, without saying a word I pushed him on the bed, and straddled him rubbing myself on his dick, making us both moan in pleasure. His eyes closed and. Christy paused a moment, feasting her eyes on the tent that my shorts had become. She bent over to retrieve my pants. Her glance did little to stop my semi-erection from its upward path. As she slowly rose, I eyed the swells of her breasts, my open coat just barely covering nipples that I now imagined to be as hard as my cock. With a smile, she turned and left the room. I faced away from the door, scowling at no one, trying to figure out what I was missing. A moment later, Christy returned. "Shit!" I suddenly exclaimed."What's wrong?" Melissa asked looking startled."I almost forgot. I also have a business meeting Wednesday," I said, remembering the bug-bear."Why is that a problem?" she asked."It isn't. Only it is in London. Listen, I really really want you to come. Have you got a passport?" In London? Wow. And yes, I have a passport at home, but why is it so important for you that I come with you?" For starters, I don't want to be away from you." The glacier-melting smile.
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