69 Dripping Fantasies
He was now licking my earlobe, and it was tingly.
“Y-yes.” I gave in quick, and Sheldon didn't hesitate as Jake asked him to imagine there were just the two of us and he wasn't there at all.
Sheldon parted my legs. I was in an umbrella skirt; it was our cafe uniform, an umbrella black skirt with a golf orange shirt. We almost looked like cheerleaders; it was said to attract more students to come to the cafe.
Well, the skirt made it easy for Sheldon; soon he had my legs parted, hand between my thighs, while Jake had my neck downward from the couch while his hands now squeezed my breasts.