Dave looked at me as he put his car in gear, “You look like hell, what happened?” Something told me he already knew but I lied anyways, “It’s a really long and embarrassing story, but now I’m locked out for the weekend. Mind if I spend the night?” Dave smiled at me, but instead of answering he simply pulled the car into his driveway and turned it off. We walked into his house and I headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped off my clothes. Stepping under the hot water, I started thinking of my afternoon with Mr. Peterson and soon was massaging my breasts under the water. I moaned a little as I pinched one of my nipples and moved my other hand to my clit. The hot water running down my breasts and stomach felt amazing. I moaned a little louder as I stuck a few fingers into my slit. I moved my other hand to my clit and imagined it was Mr. Peterson doing this to me. My breathing got heavier and soon I felt my orgasm rushing through me. I called out Mr.. My hands slowly slid up her chunky thighs and found there way to her breasts. I gently fondled her huge 34D’s as she ran her long fingernails down my back. I was already dripping wet, and I couldnt control myself anymore. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing hold of her hand I pulled her through the living room, up the stairs and pushed her into my bedroom. I shut the door, pushed her up against it and resumed this kiss. Everything moved faster now, she grabbed the hem of my t shirt and yanked it over my head and threw it on the floor, I returned the favour. I quickly dropped my pyjama shorts and stepped out of them, watching closely and Layla did the same thing. We melted into each other again and fell on to the bed. All the time we were giggling softly. I pushed Layla down and climbed on top of her, straddling her stomach. I kissed her once on the lips, then the neck, then the shoulder and slowly made my down to her breasts. Luckily for me, her bra unhooked at the front.
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