"O no, I told him not to bother waiting. I knew I was going to stay all night," he said with a wink. "But you said you had to go last night... you jus... wanted me to almost beg," I said grabbing him. He planted a kiss. "Of course I did. By the way you are really hot when you do." he replied. The grab had turned to an embrace and we were now making out again. Rolling around on the bed in our pajama shorts. Our dicks making tents of them. We both got naked and I was on top, grinding L's cock into. Uh! ... almost ... Ugh! ... done!"He slid his hands upward, under Marcia's sweater and grabbed her fat tits, mauling them as she moaned loudly. I was torn between wanting them to get caught and trying to avoid the inevitable Armageddon if they were. I couldn't believe Mr. Moore was fucking my best friend. My only friend. And she was fucking him back; it wasn't like he raped her or anything. She rocked his cock like a total slut, shivering and smiling and getting that dumb look on her face that. Now that I was silky smoothand naked, Dale had me as his own personal canvas, and little shit that heis, he was only interested in scrawling graffiti.The worst part, and its funny how subjective 'worst' gets after awhile,was that he made me come up with the slurs he scrawled on my paleunblemished skin. I never truly understood how much I despised myselfuntil I saw it in all caps written across my forehead. But after enoughabuse and self recriminations, I guess I finally learned to accept. Owning a restaurant was rather easy for Savita to get their attention.She could feel that they were more interested in her curves than her business. Ashok had a naughty smile when she felt a pair of hands touch her back.Seated on a couch now, Savita didn’t resist any advancements from them. One of them had his hands rubbing on Savita’s neck while the other was gently squeezing her thighs. The third one was even more advanced. He was kissing her arms. Savita pulled him close and kissed his lips.