It's been awhile since I was with a guy but occasionally I get the urge like my girlfriend to suck a nice cock and more. I introduced myself to him wh...never the opportunity arose his name was Ricardo from Spain. I have to admit that I was feeling something for this guy and wanted to try and get to know him and see if maybe we could hook up for some fun before Gabrielle got to town. As the night went on Ricardo and I got to talking and were enjoying each other's company and he seemed to be into. I think you like the idea of your best female friend fucking your ass. Let's see if I'm right," Sid whispered loud enough for both of us to hear. Sid placed her hand under Meg and pressed it softly against her belly. She slid it down and under the triangle of material that covered Meg's womanhood. Sid gently spread Meg's labia lips open and inserted two fingers. "My, you are wet Meg. You are so soft and warm," she whispered, "You must like me almost as much as you like Steve," Sid chuckled. She slid my shorts down. As soon as my cock burst from my shorts, she swooped on to it and began sucking it rigid. She was on her knees on the edge of the bed, her ass bobbing high in the air. Her skirt now riding up her thighs and exposing her white panties taut against her pussy. I felt a momentary pang of guilt, taking advantage of a drunken teenage girl, but that seemed to vanish through the end of my dick with a particularly ferocious suck. I massaged her pussy, first through her panties. By the time I finally crawled into bed, the clock radio told me it was almost two a.m. I didn’t have the energy to dwell on my wife’s absence. I was asleep in seconds. When I awoke on Saturday morning, a November sun was shining for a change, and I looked at the clock. Almost nine-thirty. I wondered what time Sylvia got home? She was sound asleep beside me, and didn’t look like she was going to wake up any time soon. I got up, got dressed, and headed for the kitchen. I made the coffee and sat.