Okay, I guess this is starting to sound like a sex story, but it wasn’t like that. Not really.It was raining cats and dogs that morning, with thunde... and lightning dancing in the sky. It was the perfect morning to stay in bed and just huddle/cuddle under the covers. Riley wanted to huddle/cuddle with us. And she didn’t slip into bed craftily. She pulled the covers off of us and climbed onto the bed, standing on her feet.“Make room,” she demanded. “I’m cold and I’m scared.”Then she lay down. We were all over each other as she stripped me down and dragged me into her bed. I was impressed. The dorm beds were called large singles. Cheryl’s bed was a full double. Her room had three white walls and one purple one. The head of her bed was up against that and looked almost like a theatre set with color-coordinated sheets and covers. She pulled back her coverlet, scattering stuffed animals all over the room. She crawled up on the bed and waggled her ass toward me.“I’ve been fingering. “Still want some action?” she wrote at the bottom of the page. “I’m looking for someone to have a threesome with my husband and me.” I wrote. “What about Gary?” she posted back. If I remembered correctly, Gary was the ripped guy in the photos, her husband. While I would be happy to invite Gary along, I knew that wasn’t part of Alex’s fantasy, and it was his birthday after all, but I had to do what I had to do to realize Gary’s fantasy. “I’ll fuck ur husband if u fuck mine,” I typed back. . First a inch, then another, always a little deeper untill he reaches the point her rectum seemed to end. My unce lifted her at the ropes, grandpa's cock slipped out, still the same slowly as he went in. 1-2-3 times they repeated this, always that slow, always with some additional grease. She started enjoying this spectacle, with each move she started moaning, her breathing became harder, shorter, again my uncle lifted her, grabed her necklace, pulled her to his face and forced his tongue in her.