Enough risk, make a date

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You think you've probably used up all your luck for the day for fucking in places where anyone could run into you. You slip out of Gwen's thoroughly boy-juiced kitty.

Gwen whimpers and pouts. "I know we should stop before we're caught, but you just feel so good inside me. When can we do this again?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go out to the movies tonight. Ask your mom if it's okay. Tell her I'll chaperone -- that should satisfy her." You kiss Gwen and rub her nipples through her tank top. Even though she has the tiniest boobs in the house, they make up for it by being sensitive. Gwen moans into your mouth, transfixed by your attention. You break the kiss and then lift her off the counter. A puddle of cum, Gwen's wetness, and blood intermingles on the surface. You reach for a sponge, then suddenly gasp, as Gwen sucks your cock and licks it clean.

"I just had to taste you again. You taste even better with kitty flavor," she says, standing back up as you wipe down the counter. "I'd love to see a movie with you, and maybe we can find a place to do this again." She finds her pajama shorts and pulls them back on. You get your shorts on too.

The two of you clean the breakfast dishes, stealing kisses and gropes as you go. Then Gwen leaves to go see her mom. You head upstairs to get dress for the day.

As you walk into your room, you see Lisa laying on your bed naked. You close the door behind you.

"Hey, big boy! Watching you and Gwen was so hot that masturbating wasn't enough. Care to give me an orgasm?" she asks, cupping her tits and wiggling on the bed. "I thought she still thought like a kid. I guess she's woman now."

"That's exactly what she wanted. Her mom discounts everything about her because she's her little baby," you explain, taking your clothes off.

"Yes, you were a great humanitarian for her, helping her get out of the oppression of her mother's embrace," Lisa says sarcastically. You both chuckle.

"No, I was a horndog. And I'm still a horndog," you say as you jump on the bed between Lisa's thighs. You slide into her and pump hard.

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