“From time to time. I don’t have a lot of time anymore.” Before I could go much further, he was ushered into a group with friends as they drank ...ver the smoker.Man, I must be desperate.I sat on the couch and tried to remain focused on the conversations being directed toward me. I kept stealing glances at him outside, hands on hips and pelvis slightly thrusted out. I watched every detailed his body would make the way his nose would scrunch up when he tried to be sarcastic, or his smug grin as he. This mindset really helped because I believe pain is a mental thing as well. It worked, after awhile the pain turned to pleasure. I began saying things like, "Is that as hard as you can fuck me? Fuck me faster, and I thought you were going to show me what a real man is." The last line must have clicked to him because he had a serious response. As soon as I said that he pushed all his weight on me, collapsing my knees; I was laid flat on my stomach unable to move. His cock was going deeper than. Laura accepted the show off style she had been developing along with her Greg affair. A rational segment in Laura’s brain was pleased they saw no other residents between her apartment and his. Barefoot wearing only a sexy nightgown and panties meant Laura was going for sex, pure and simple sex, no excuses possible. Their return trip, with Upper Floor holding her panties and brandy in one hand and her bottom in his other, confirmed their sex play, but no neighbors saw them. Laura knew she. “Do you want too” he asked.“Yes but, only if you’re ok with it” I asked again.“Tell Ben to video it darling and enjoy, but be careful, speak to you tomorrow, Bye” and he hung up.I stood in the bedroom thinking, and then noticed that the ache was back. I knew what was going to happen tonight and as I walked back into the kitchen I was wearing the biggest smile and nothing else; all my clothes having been left in the bedroom.The three men looked at me with lust in their eyes and hardening cocks.