As lurid as the scene was in the chair next to her, Jessica’s gaze promised something more than lust. She smiled, a quiet dreamy smile and then half...closed her eyes as she gave her plump nipples a deliberate squeeze.Thick legged, I walked next to Jessica’s chair, undid my jeans, pushing the metal buttons through their holes and freed myself. Stiff in the late afternoon sun, my erection pumped up and down, untouched but fueled by the images before it.Working steadily, Roberta’s hand was slick. So we went out for a party one night, and had fun drinking dancing etc. We went back to her friend’s place, around 4 of us. Me and my ex were the only couple while the other two girls were her friends. We reached around 1 am. At her friends place, her boyfriend was also there and he was busy studying for an exam in his room. Everyone else were tired so they went inside and went to sleep. They left us both in the living room so we could have fun. But the other guy’s room was open and he was. " Bitch. If they were going to be with me "shortly" they'd have already called me in and not wasted more of my precious time.I sat in the entrance to the police station, glaring at the two cohorts. They hid from me behind their dirty long hair and studied the scuffed floor between us, as if it would tell them what excuse they should give their parents for getting busted for possession. Maybe this would scare them straight, but from the looks of their sloppy dress and brain-cell deficient aura,. Her father’s people weren’t musically inclined, or, for that matter, not very artistic, either. In fact, the only positive thing she could give them credit for was that they were good builders, if very utilitarian. A good example was the Martian Drones; spare bodies that they built for heavy labor, and those awful looking ‘metal-shelf’ walkways all over the interior of Deimos!‘But they also built New Eden and those magnificent crystal suns that give this world life. And, they built me, too,’.