”“It’s fine. He ... I don’t know. He’s just being protective or something.”“That’s bullshit. I’ll eat with who I want when I want. H... doesn’t dictate who my friends are.” She smiled. “I guess that makes me Ms. Uber Popular.”I smiled back. “Seems like.”“So, who’s this Casey? Friend of yours?”“No. I don’t think we’ve ever met, but she seems familiar. It’s annoying, actually. Like a song that you know but can’t remember the title or who it’s by? It’ll come to me.”“Well, she’s a beautiful girl.”I. I whisper hi sweety and she says Im so sorry to wake you sweetheart .....I can see her mascara has run some but she is still beautiful and sexy as she has always been .She lays on her back and asks me if I have been awake all night and did I realize its 4 am .I see her soft nipples pushing out from her sleeping shirt she wears and I look down at her legs and I realize how much I really love this woman .I shift closer and hold her curvy body and feel how warm and soft she feels and I whisper ". Slowly, he began to pull on the balls and then push them back in. When pushing them back in, I could feel him tug on the plug to pull it slightly out. Then pushing the plug back in, he tugged on the balls. He repeated this process constantly, slowly, not changing his pace. The pleasure began to feel like torture: all I wanted was for him to go faster so I could have my release. To feel that sweet bliss of my orgasm course through me. But he wouldn't. He continued the slow torture as I began to. This set Gwen off again as she noticed the way Angela’s prick was bouncing up and down with every fresh movement of her body. They spent the next few minutes in uncontrollable frenzies of laughter and giggles, each little movement or look setting off another tidal wave. ‘Ah,’ sighed Angela, finally regaining some control. ‘What are we going to do?’ ‘I don’t know,’ replied Gwen, noting that Angela was still rock hard, ‘but why waste it when I can taste it! Let me get comfortable.’ Gwen sat in.