Vicki’s little secret part 2
That week alone with Vicki went by in a haze of ecstasy induced by countless hours of mutual gratification. We fucked in every room, and on almost any surface in the house we could balance ourselves on. She must have changed outfits about a hundred times. Sometimes she would dress up just to strip back down, other times she would only take off her panties and we would fuck fully dressed. We dressed her up real skanky/slutty and walked the mall. Hell she even blew me under a table while we were at this really nice chinese restuarant. But that Friday, I began to worry. We had madly fallen deep into love, and that is something very hard to hide from other people. I was still afraid of Rebecca, and still remembered the threats she …