Guys fell at my feet, asked to dance with me and told me I was sexy and beautiful. There he was, my ex. He stood next to an unbelievably gorgeous man,...tall, tanned, muscular. I walked over and said hello to my ex, it took him a while to recognize who I was, but when he did his mouth dropped open. Before he had the chance to reply, I had already grabbed his friend's hand, smirked at my ex, and led him into my friend's guestroom. I pushed him onto the bed, ripped his clothes off to reveal his. Krista moaned and cried in pleasure. It always felt better from behind. Not too soon after he straightened up and filled her cunt from behind. He pumped in and out as Krista rolled her hips in circular motions. “Mmm, eh, uhhhhh, eh-eh-eh.” Krista couldn’t help but moan. “Yea, yea, yea,” Jake cooed. “How can I possibly be fucking you. It’s soo...” Krista couldn’t even finish her sentence. “Amazing,” Jake finished for her. “Wrong,” Krista spat as she creamed on Jakes dick again. “It is so. Touch them?" he asked."I think maybe I'd like that." She smiled back. "But only AFTER we wash out my top."Teri spilled the water over her top where his sperm had stained it, and then she splashed more water over her breasts, washing them clean as well. the water ran down and darkened her own shorts. "Damn. Now I have to dry them out too," she said, and began taking them off. Soon she was sitting in front of him, clad only in lacy pink panties. The front of the panties were obviously wet."Um .... Walking me towards the basementstairs, "you are embarrassing me, and you're embarrassing Gerald. Whatcan you possibly be thinking?"All of the courage I just felt fell out of me as we walked down thestairs toward my old room. "Je suis d?sol?, (I am sorry) Madame, je nesais pas ce que je pensais (I do not know what I was thinking)," I oftenslipped into French when nervous or upset. I repeated my phrases inEnglish for Christine, because she does not speak French."Debbie, I mean, Yvette," she.