I got home on a Saturday. There was a host of messages on my voice mail. I was only interestedin the last one. It was from Mom. It said, "Rick, darlin..., I know you're not home yet, but call me the minute you get in. I have something wonderful to show you."I tossed my bags on the bed and headed for the car. Before leaving I called her on my cell and told her I was on the way. She sounded pleased, almost giddy. I guessed her research didsomething for her. Little did I know.As I pulled into her. O and ask him if he wanted to go home with her he said yes she fucked him and I ask her if he made her cum she said no ...I said wow that you don't know what your missing ..so she ask me if I'm up for the challenge of making her cum...i told her to come back to my house she said fuck yes!!! So we arrived at my house my friend past out in the couch so it was just me and her and we started kissing and touching each other and she was so surprise when she grabbed my cock she wow is big I'm 9 inches. . why can't I get up?" I guess you're just too much of a pansy to come over here and stop me from doing this." Smirked Pete, giving Carla's cheeks a couple hard squeezes - eliciting a loud squeal from the otherwise silent hottie.Chad strained against his invisible bonds."You little bastard! I'll kill you!" Really? Don't you remember the last time you tried to attack me?" Chided Pete, his hands now roaming up and down Carla's shapely legs when he wasn't kneading and fondling her perfect ass."Are. Samantha watched, mesmerized, as Missy slowly but steadily fingered her friend Jane to what sounded like a deep, deep, powerful orgasm. When Jane groaned and started catching her breath, Samantha watched Missy lay herself on top of Jane’s nude body and start making out with her in earnest. That snapped Sam out of her trance. How long had she been watching? She was flushed, breathless and, fuck, she was totally soaked. What the hell was going on? Her friends weren’t lesbian. Sure they had all.