Betty Sue pulled her hand away from Johan's big hard cock and stepped back from the bed, her blush deepening. "Silly," she said, fighting for composure, "you'll just have to wait until you get home. After all, it's as hard on me as it is on you. Believe it or not, I want you too… that way. You know…"

"Come on, baby," Johan persisted. "I swear my cock's going to explode if I don't get off soon. You've just got to help me cum."

"Oh, Johan!" Betty Sue said. "Stop it now! You're embarrassing me. If you keep this up, I'll just have to go back home."

"Well, kiss me at least," Johan said, opening his arms again, "before you go."

"Okay," Betty Sue said, moving toward the bed, "but no more tricks. Promise?"

"I promise," Johan said, pulling her down on top of him, his lips locking around hers, his tongue probing deeply and moving in an in-and-out fucking rhythm, leaving no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted to be doing with his big randy cock inside her juice slick pussy. He rolled his hips slightly until Betty Sue could feel the long fat form of his rigid cock pressing against the flat flesh of her belly. Her pussy spasmed again and flexed emptily, demanding her attention.

She pulled back from his embrace, breaking the kiss, and smiling at him again. "You're certainly feeling well enough to go home, dear," she said. "I do hope it'll be soon. Promise me you'll keep that until we can use it up in our bed."

"Oh, God," Johan said, groaning in genuine agony.

"Erik sends his love, dear," she said. "And so does Barbara Jean. In fact, she asked if she can come visit you one of these afternoons. I said it's okay. Do you mind?"

"No, Betty, I don't mind," he said, "but I'd rather see Erik."

"Never mind, you'll be home soon," Betty Sue said, blowing him a kiss from halfway across the room, knowing it would be dangerous to let him gab her again. "Bye for now, dear. Phone me if you need anything special."