It was so delicious. It turned me on even more, when I could hear people walk past the bathroom, talking and laughing, while I was trying not to cry o...t from him hitting my g-spot over and over again.He was getting close, I could tell. Speeding up, everything more urgent, his forehead against mine, sharing each other’s breath, hearing every murmur and gasp, even the sound of my wetness as he got deeper and deeper inside me. When he moaned my name I put my hand to his mouth and “shhh’d" him like. "What's wrong?" I asked."That's Tabitha," Mia said nodding towards the line. "The blonde hanging on that guy."I knew without looking who she was referring to, so instead of looking at them, I turned my attention to Shay, sitting between us. She looked almost ill."Hey, Babe," I said quietly, putting my hand on hers. "You OK?"Shay shook her head, but didn't speak. Tabitha was the volleyball captain and the "friend" who coaxed Shay into going to the Thanksgiving party.Mia spoke for Shay. "Things. This year was different. He’d already bought the presents for everyone, but wrapping them was not something he felt he’d be very good at. Still and all, it was a job that he felt he had to do, so he did it. Actually, Stan was well pleased at the end. He was looking forward to giving his lovers their presents. Then there were the cards for his more distant relatives, the aunts and uncles, cousins and so on. They’d all reached the point where the only contact they had was the twice-yearly. She had bought new furniture since the last time I had cleaned her house, but I quickly picked a couch to turn her around and bend her over. After spitting in my hand and rubbing it against her sweat pussy, I wiped out my throbbing cock and pushed it in between her legs. She was already dripping wet and shivering, I made her moan as I pushed my dick balls deep, hitting the walls of her pussy.This had been the second day in a row that I had plunged my cock into someone without asking if it was.