Sarah and Brenda were friends, but Brenda had told him there was no way Sarah would have sex with them. She said that Sarah had told her she wasn't ga..., but that she didn't feel right having sex yet. Once, when they'd gotten a little drunk, Sarah had admitted that she didn't think she'd be able to control herself if she got started, so she just ensured she didn't.Tina's comment that she was bi gave him hope that he might be able to get her and Brenda into bed. But he was smart enough to know. I'd always admired and envied the sleek swingle styled condo with its chrome bar and freestanding fireplace. The big circular bed under a mirrored ceiling in his bedroom, too. I'd never quite had the nerve to decorate my own apartment the same way. The nerve, or the ready cash.The gas log in the fireplace was lit in spite of the morning's warmth. He'd always been a nut about fires. All his life they'd fascinated him, and on picnics or at the beach he could always get one going quicker and. Waving her hand airily, Mrs. Jones looked unworried, ‘You work too much, honey. I’m glad old Frank didn’t have them tools in or I wouldn’t be seein’ you til sundown.’ Her eyes sharpened as she noticed her daughter wouldn’t look at her, ‘Now tell me what is botherin’ you, Daisy. You’re pacin’ and tossin’ that poor apple around. Looking down at the incriminating piece of fruit, Daisy set it down and glanced at her mom before she leaned against the counter, back to the doorway. Tugging on a piece. What are you do...OOOOOH MY GAAAAAWD! Si, Papi!!!”Without even as much as a warning, I slid my massive member balls deep inside her slutty little asshole. Fish-hooking her mouth with two fingers and grabbing her hair with my other fist, I pounded her until the room echoed with sounds of my balls slapping her pussy, her indecipherable moans, and my angry, controlling, masculine grunts.I finally let my fingers out of her mouth and grabbed a handful of her luscious tits. With a massive inhale,.