I stayed at the hotel for a few days and just watched to see if it was all just talk or whether she was actually fucking guests on the regular. No I'm...not joining, easy enough to do I just blended in and sure enough it was telling the truth. My reckoning it was doing between 6-10 guys a month through work and getting whatever it could at weekends, you seen it pussy yet? Fuck, it slurps and sucks getting in as much mess as possible and just wait till you see it suck a creampie out, either hole. If my girlfriend knew how obsessed I am with the desire to fuck her best friend, she would chop off my cock.Since I'm also a little happy to show, I thought that if I can't fuck her, I want Amanda to see my cock or even better that she sees me fuck. I always remember the look from her apartment into our kitchen and I tried to fuck my girlfriend in the kitchen as often as possible. The idea that Amanda is watching me fucking her girlfriend made me even horny.One day, my girlfriend and I once. I placed my hand on his thigh and give him a slight but affectionate squeeze meant to convey to him that I was getting over my hurt. “Kelsey, I’m sorry you were disappointed. I really was unsure about whether or not to go with Mom and Dad. I was concerned that somehow something either you or I would do or say would alert them to us. Or at least make them suspicious.” Michael started to lie down on the bed next to me under my quilt. "Michael, go lock the door," I instructed. Michael hopped up,. She walked, smiling at him over her shoulder. Arthur followed, giving her a slap on her ass.That was enough. I turned away and ran to my room. There I stumbled into the shower and masturbated three or four times in a row. It was a release, but it didn't feel good. What could I even do? He had already fucked my mother; this would no change, ever. What could I say tomorrow? Should I fight him? Maybe I should say nothing. I got into bed tried forcing myself to fall asleep.I had nightmares and was.