Is everythinggoing OK with you guys?"I looked at the floor, then Chloe's feet. "I don't know. I waslooking forward to this weekend..." I'm sorry abo...t what happened. I should have told Tom no." No, that's not it. It's partly it. But I don't know how much of adifference it would have made. Other than Aaron not constantlyimagining me naked."Chloe hit me with a pillow. "I'm going to make it up to you. We'regoing to have a good time this weekend. Right?" She gave me a hug."Dress buddies. In fact I still had even greater (and more outrageous) plans for this provocative and passionate woman, promiscuous slut though she might be."You know," I continued, "if she'd just held them down to four or six, if they hadn't been so damned greedy and horny and wanting to bring even more guys to the party, they might be fucking her still!" Well, actually, they ARE still fucking her," Allan responded. "I'm kind of looking forward to them fucking her to where she can hardly walk. Gonna start. He moved in and out his whole length, the tip of his cock pulsating with blood beneath the skin, the cock rim erect, brushing my spot. He would pull himself out almost fully, I would feel it and squeeze my vagina at the last moment not to lose him – this was a sign for him to get back in. Again and again, a game that pleased us both.My eyes were opening wide and closing shut, an involuntary reaction to pleasure, in the darkness they served no purpose. He tensed – I knew this was the moment when. "Why did you do that?" I don't like people named John." Bennie let him get back on his feet and decked him again.He went down again and stayed down for a while trying to get his senses together. Finally, he stood again and Bennie immediately decked him a third time. This time, he was knocked out. It took a while and a bucket of water for him to come to his senses. He said, "Why do you keep hitting me?"Bennie said, "Does it matter? I just don't like people named John." The guy was on his hands.