She had to come like this or sit up in order to stand up, and make herself come by accident, uncontrolled. She knew that it would take less than a min...te this way, and she could keep it low key, she had to. "Sorry, possibly my fault, and I would take the blame as a kind of compliment! But I feel I should help?" The dark one said. Michelle made a sound like a mewling kitten, caught out and coming because of it! Oh Christ. He was next to her, his friend just laying down on her left. Oh God,. He stopped what he was doing, and straddled me once again. Scooting up, so that his crotch was level with my face. He began to unzip what looked like to be a sizable bulge trying to spring from his pants. “Let’s see if you can handle this gear stick any better,” he said. My hands fumbled clumsily with his trousers as I tried to get a glimpse of his package. He pushed himself up on his hands, so that I could pull his trousers completely off. I threw them aside, and beheld him kneeling over me.. I love how her wicked mind works. I mean it is why I call her my Sweetest Bitch. It suits her just right. Getting to his place, I go in and we catch up, making inane chitchat. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. We only vaguely mention, in the passing, the events of last time. We just fall into conversation, but my mind is mostly on what I plan to do to him. It’s not long before he’s groping me, working me through my jeans. He’s all over me. I help him a wee bit, undoing my jeans. I’m sorry I woke you.”“What’s wrong?”You just kept rubbing me, and kept crying, and I noticed something else. A sound I’d never heard before, but would become familiar with. “TickTickTick” is what it sounded like – a fast watch ticking in the middle of the night. I listened to the sound and tried to see your face through the darkness.“I’m so sorry.” I heard you whisper.“Why?” I whispered, almost afraid of the answer.You didn’t answer. You just touched me. Your hands getting more and more bold,.