I close the door, plunging the kitchen back into semi-darkness. I look back to see two wine glasses, one clean, the other smeared with lipstick with d...ops of red left in the bottom, and a half empty bottle of wine recorked to the side.I pick up the glasses and the bottle and head towards the stairs. It was only around six o’clock, and tonight we were going to order Chinese food to be delivered, so there was time enough to take the wine upstairs, get out of this uncomfortable work shirt and. " Sylvia, if that makes you feel so good, why don't you rub your pussy for me to see?" Cecil, do you want to see me do..?''" Hell, yes, do I want to see this little white red-haired girl rub that thing in my face?" Cecil, will you jack off, jack it off, so I can see? "Oh, you like that? You like to see that?"I was breathing hard. "Oh yeah, that is super hot for me." "Do you want my cum, baby? Do you want this old Black man's stuff?"Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah, please, please do me like that, Cecil.. Amanda finds her hand moving slowly to her thong and then under. She can't believe she is masturbating while thinking of her friend, but it feels so damn good. After several minutes and now sitting in the doorway, Ariel begins to stir and the washer buzzes loudly causing her to stir some more. Amanda books it praying the door closes behind her.As she finishes setting the machines for their respective loads, a soft gentle hand grabs her ass while the other comes swinging around grabbing her. Staring at her breasts, I admired how they melded into her torso, her pink areola scrunched into two rivet-shaped nubs. The scallop of her abdomen rose and fell. My gaze travelled to the delicate flare of her seductive hips and lingered at the scarlet gape of her sex.In the torpid air and half-light, strangers groaned and gasped in their acts of coitus; anything goes, and still went on around me.I never planned to fuck her and its enormity hit me hard. Internalising my alarm, she looked.