Now that she had my attention, she stood up on the bed straddling my hips.She undid the neck tie of her dress, letting the top fall to her waist revea...ing her luscious tits to me."They are beautiful" I whispered."It's OK. Everyone has left the house. It's just us" she replied.She then grabbed the dress and pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the floor as I reached across to turn on the bedside lamp. When I turned back to her, I discovered that she was totally naked - including her. Marcus was her best friend and she had never even considered him as a potential lover. She preferred musicians to the geekiness that was Marcus. Still he was her friend. He had always been there for her as she waded through a sea of men. Most recently it was Spike. Yeah, she actually slept with a man who called himself Spike. He dumped her for a younger... firmer girl. She knocked on Marcus's door, knowing that he'd help her and give her a shoulder to cry on and a bed for the night so she. Uncontrollable lust sparks through her body. The sharp pain turns into equally sharp pleasure. The thing almost feels like a vibrator, but it is so much longer than the one she uses from time to time. She can’t move, she can only feel. And she feels spitted, unbearably stretched and vulnerable. 'Rarely has he been so deep inside me,' she thinks in that moment and is ashamed of this comparison. He again tells her to stop moving and, whatever happens, to remain silent in that position. He now. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft as they heard the doors to the gallery opening, and multiple sets of footsteps echoing in the room beyond.“Too late,” she whispered. George moaned quietly against her neck as Veronica chuckled. With an affectionate squeeze of his testicles, she removed her own loose-fitting dress and donned a robe from the bag George had brought with them.Next, she withdrew a pair of sandals and slipped them on, not bothering to fasten them.With an innocent bat of her.