Even you, Izzie, and yes, I know that it’s your own house, but this is for your own good!” Monica Geller insisted in her own classic, anal-retenti...e way.Naturally, Monica squirmed as she tried to ignore the way that Richard Burke’s cum leaked from her naked ass, Tim’s from her pussy, and Chandler’s down the side of her face. She was a little sore, of course, but that was to be expected after pulling her twelfth train of the day. On Sundays like this one, it was a wonder that she got anything. "Richard, would you like to have dinner with us tonight?" Sandra asked and I could see her aunt giving her approval, "Sure, what time?' and she said 6:30 and I left. My drug had been successful, so I set about making another batch, having used all of the prototype on Sandra last night and my cock stayed hard most of the day thinking about using it on the both of them tonight. One good thing about being a research chemist at a pharmaceutical company, no one asked you questions as long as you. She did her hair, put on her makeup with a dash of sexy red lipstick, sprayed on her perfume and slipped into the dress. She was not bothered to wear anything inside. Her vagina didn’t like to be restrained, neither her 34 C breasts. All done she looked at herself in the mirror, the 5.8 ft frame was irresistible.She walked into her car and drove to the best club in town. Inside she saw the hunk in a causal t shirt and jean. She hated it when someone underdressed for her. There was no need for. He began to slow the car as we hut the country roads now and the roads began to twist and bend. I didn’t know what he was doing but he pulled over into a lay-by and got out of the car to check the front lights. Myself being curious I got out of the car and wrapped his leather jacket even closer around myself.“What is it?”“Look” he pointed to the headlight, personally I thought it was fine but gave it a rub to make sure acting like I knew what I was going.“I don’t see...” he spun me round and.