"I want to lose it," Louise says quietly, fidgeting with the sleeve of her sweater. "I don't want to wait anymore."The banging against the wall stops...."There's no rush," I respond, concerned she suspects that's all I'm interested in. "I can wait. I'm in no hurry to do things that you are not comfortable with."In truth, I had slept with Ruth most nights at her request, and I'm tired. We've just broken up, and I'm in no rush to return to a sexual relationship. I want to feel connected to Louise. I never even had time to get dressed properly and had to make do with a dressing gown. It saved a lot of messing about though as well as time. A quick kiss at the door and then straight up to the spare room for a well needed fuck. It was to become a regular Friday night routine over the next few months and not restricted to just Brad. The others joined in as well. Sometimes I managed to fit in three of them of an evening. When one returned from my bed another would make his exit and come to. "I suggested we turn over and she got off of me, I moved, and she laid down and lifted her legs like she was ready to be serviced. I got between her upturned legs, guided my penis into her pussy and began to hump her with all I was worth saying, "Let me do the work, Jessie." She began to murmur softly as her eyes looked like they were going to roll back and her eyelids were fluttering. I felt myself about to come but I resolved to stay on the job till the work was done. My rhythm was. "No, sit on the side."She sat back about six inches from the edge. "No, closer to the edge."She did as I asked, her eyes growing wider, as I knelt before her.She opened her legs for me, giving me a really good look at her engorged pussy and the slick spot on the pantyhose.I started my journey by kissing her left thigh, starting at the knees. My right hand was on the inside of her right thigh, giving it gentle touches.Her arousal was increasing. I could feel her warmth through the.