I remained friends with Stan after I divorced his sister although we rarely hung out any more. But one night I got together with him and a couple of f...iends and he joked about how one time he cross dressed at a Halloween Party at a gay bar and was the spitting image of his younger sister. Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to other things. There was no smoking allowed inside the house we were at so Stan and I went outside to smoke. While we were outside Stan suggested that he come. Two kinds. When you come back, just walk in and put them on the counter. We won’t need the car after that until three o’clock.“I looked at Willis. He looked at me. I opened my legs. His ugly cock got hard and then I was fucked on the counter, on the sofa, on the chair, on the table, and on the floor. I was lying there with my legs spread open and more of Willis’ spunk leaking out of my gaping cunt when John walked in with packages. I didn’t even try to cover up.John cocked his head, arched an. He jumped on me again and started off violently.He turned me around, lifted my right leg upwards so that the leg is bent and my upper part is slightly elevated from the mattress. Then he pulled my arms backward, bending them and elevating my upper body, sat on my ass with his legs on the sides of my hip, bent down, took hold of my boobs with each of his hands and started penetrating my pussy, pulling away from my boobs each time he got inside me.After a while, he laid on me and kissed my lips. Despite what seemed like hours of teasing and torment from the Teasinator that kept her on the very edge of orgasm, Marsha did not climax. She screamed and yelled and begged to be allowed to cum, but she did not climax. After some unknown time, she was reduced to a whimpering, quivering, lust-filled woman who was thrusting her cunt violently into the air and begging to be fucked by someone..., anyone..., anything! Her ability to hold back was slipping. The orgasm she desired, but dared not.