It's not your fault. She hurt us both!" I held her tight."Yeah she did" she forced herself back from me "and she should pay!" She's not worth the effo...t" I half laughed "she hasn't changed from high school, she's the same stuck up bitch she's always been. I was blinded by love." Lauren stared at me, her make-up running a little with the tears. I reached up and cleared away the mess with my fingers. She had grown into a beautiful woman. She was hot in high school but she has developed very well.. Something was not right. I tried to get up, when I realized that not only was I somewhere unfamiliar and scary, I was naked and from the feeling of it, I had been raped while passed out. In fact the cum that was dripping out of my pussy was a pretty good sign that this night of party had turned down a wrong way. Now I just had to get out. Fast!That however proved to be a lot less simple than I wanted it to be. Whatever drug had been in my drink was still not out of my body and something as. “Did you let him fuck you, too?” I asked. I slapped Heather’s ass again, harder this time, as I felt my cock begin to reach full hardness. Heather reached down and took hold of my rod in her hand and began to stroke it, sliding it under her hands until she reached one hand down and began to play with my balls, too. “Yes,” she whispered. “They took turns fucking us both on the sand.” I was so hard by now that my cock was burning. “Turn over,” I ordered. “Get your ass up for me.” My cock was. Being a widow of about three years, I had to devise ways to getting pleasure at any turn. But so far, Michael was the best of them all.With his dark skin, well muscular lean body, he was magnificent. He had the most riveting dark eyes that crinkled permanently with a sensuality that beckoned to my wantonness. And a mouth that bespoke wanting to be kissed all the time. Who was I to deny myself the pleasure?I could feel myself on the ledge of an orgasm. Each time, he was inside me, he worked me.