I can give Sandy my car and.I can give Sandy my car and..." "No, we'll get together later." Nancy rearranged herself quickly as Sandy nonchalantly re-entered. "Having fun, guys?" "Serious fun." I must have looked stupid with Nancy dripping off my chin, but I didn't care. I walked them out to their car, and Nancy turned around for a quick hip grind as I kissed her. My hands explored her ass under the jeans. We made a date for the next day, 6 p.m. I would pick her up. No bread tomorrow. Back in my room, laying on my back in bed, I thought about Nancy. My cock was still ready for her, but she was gone. I thought about her straddling me the next night, moving forward and back as fast as she could, panting in rhythm to her motions. My hand traveled down to my rod as I daydreamed, stroking at first slowly, then more quickly. I varied the pace and motion two or three times, then abandoned myself to the sensation as I thought about Nancy sliding her tongue along the front of my dick, Nancy deep throating me, Sandy sitting on my face. |