Lana slowly came back down, feeling her climax as well as Steve’s working its way out of her pussy, surely coating his balls.  Feeling his finger probing her ass, she relaxed.  Lana would allow him to do whatever he wanted; she couldn’t define why, she just knew she would.<br/><br/>Returning his kiss, her hands on his shoulders, she gently pressed herself towards his finger.  There was no pain, which she had always assumed there would be.  Just pressure; a pleasant sort of pressure, that when coupled with his cock in her pussy, caused her to gasp against his lips.<br/><br/>Pulling her head back, she looked into his eyes.  “We should probably go do some shopping?  Or just go to my house and pick this up there?  Thoughts?”  Again, she’d do whatever he suggested, prolonging his answer with her mouth on his, her tongue teasing his into dancing.