Sure, everyone in our group was old enough to enter a bar, but why pay for overpriced cocktails around other guys who might hit on our girls when we c...uld relax and enjoy ourselves at home?In this case, it was Bert and Lynne’s home that we all went to after the game, a second-floor apartment on Durant within easy walking distance of both the campus and the BART station, and not too far from the family Berkeley house, either. While Bert was only starting the second year of his MBA program, Lynne. She made sure not to make a sound, so she could hear what was really happening.Sally pushed her ass towards Scotty wanting more of his dick. Scotty leaned over, grabbed her tits and rammed her hard. Sally is begging for him to fuck her tight ass, she wants everything he has. Mom hears this and listens harder. She's excited to hear that they are fucking. She know it's wrong, but is getting urges to finger her clit. Mom sits on the edge of the tub, lifts her skirt, pulls her panties to the. There was no one on the patio anymore – 'C' and Molly had disappeared. I rose slowly and went into the bedroom to get anouther drink.Sitting on the divan at the end of our bed was my wife. "What are you doing here?" I asked with a rasp in my voice.Jennifer looked at me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a housecoat – something that I hadn't seen her in for some time – mostly she wore some slut-inferring outfit when out with 'her man', her business suit when engaged in work (or blowing her. His cock was now almost sticking straight out and was at least ten inches long. It made Lance look even shorter than he was. Lance just stood there, as if in a doctor’s examination room, looking blankly at Fred. Fred said, “You know you’re cock is hard? It wants some action. It needs release. It needs expression.” There was silence, with Lance looking down at his huge member and feeling it with both hands. Fred said, “My cock’s hard too. Do you want to see it?” Lance raised his gaze. “Yes,.