We kissed deeply for several minutes. I wanted so badly to put my hand on her fabulous breasts and to feel for myself those hard points of flesh, but I wasn't THAT bold. Eventually, Erica took my hand and forcibly placed it right on her breast. I stroked her little summer and kissed her hungrily. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling away slightly. "Sorry, but could we slow down a little summer little bit?" "Sure," I said. If this took all night, little summer I wouldn't mind. "Thanks," she said. We finished off the joint, not saying much. "So," Erica finally spoke. "I'm curious. What do white boys like? In a girl, I mean. Do they like tits? Ass? What?" "Well," little summer I said, extinguishing the roach in an ashtray.
We then sat on our queen sized bed and the girls started discussing the seduction of Don. They, wellI guess we, decided that Kay would be the Sandy said she would tell Don that Kay's confidence was gone, and that her age made her feel that she was no longer little summer sexy. She would then tell Don to ask Kay out for dinner and go "as far as needed" to make her feel good. (I told you this wonderfulwoman was wicked). Since we had gone out in twos and threes before we knew Don would feel comfortable, and in Kay's hands there in no man who loves women who could resist her. The plan was to get him horny as hell, and then bring up the subject of the four of us.