Eventually my climax subsides, I withdraw my cum soaked fingers from my dripping hole and bring them up to my mouth, licking my fingers clean, I savou... the sweet taste of my juice.I hear Victoria leave the bathroom, had she seen me, heard me? Is she going to come and confront me? I listened intently, but no she wasn't coming my way, in fact as she left the bathroom I could hear her singing, her sweet voice audible through my door. She couldn't know I was there, I was so relieved, I would wait a. ” I step back from him, feeling claustrophobic. He steps forward again and I back away, only to hit the wall behind me. His arm goes over my shoulder leaning against the wall. “So that’s how you see things, huh?” He smiles. “A good time, Charlie?” I smile; no one ever calls me Charlie anymore. I haven’t heard that since my father passed two years ago. Tim knows all about that. I think I sat in his bar for two days straight, crying into a bottle of whiskey. Tim took care of me then. “If you. Visibly anxious, Jessie suggested we all take our clothes off. I did my best to ignore Jessies husbands presence as I disrobed, and it surprised me how easy it was, actually. My eyes were glued to Jessie even before she started to push her thong down her hips and thighs, making me completely oblivious to her husband who was practically right next to me. As I continued to strip down, Jessie let her thong fall to her ankles before she kicked it disdainfully aside, leaving all of her holes. When I was at my friends place half an hour or so, my hart skips a beat. Susan arrives with two of her friends. Let me tell you about Susan. Years ago, Susan and I worked at the same company. It was a callcenter, a part time job which we both combined with high school. An informal company, famous for their Friday end of the day parties. Susan, at that time I think 17, was one of the most popular girls there. And she knew she was too. But instead of being an arrogant bitch, she stayed down to.