‘Look, Sam, why don’t you come and join us? I know she’d feel better with you here and I’d sure enjoy your company.’ She continued rocking a...l through the conversation and I dared not arch my back as I desperately wanted to for fear of pulling my nipples off. She clearly turned the ‘phone off and her pace increased and I became lost on the pleasure of her fucking me and her hands caressing my body as she did so. The doorbell rang and she pulled out of me and I could see her legs as she walked. Lots of them. And if I'm sitting here hard as titanium, how will they respond? I know. I'm a total fucking hypocrite. Because if I found out my best friend, Michael was lusting after her, I'd kill him just for that alone! He's forty-five years old and I'd rip his heart out with my bare hands! Scratch that. I'd rip any guy's heart out that was thinking the things about her that I am in this moment. Okay. Maybe not that far. But you get the point. I'm very jealous and I don't want her body. When he again got on his feet, sort of, he was covered in mud. When he grinned sheepishly, I burst out laughing which made him laugh. Anyway when we stopped laughing he tried to push while I worked the throttle. The tires just spun and kicked up mud and water. I decided I should get off and help push so I ginger got off on the right keeping my feet on the higher ground, knowing I was inches from a mud bath. We both pushed, I gave it some gas and then I lost my foot and slid down into the mud.. After all, I was eighteen. My imagination was going wild with lustful thoughts and I couldn’t wait to find out. I promptly arrived at Marcy’s front door at four O’clock and found it open so I walked inside. As I walked into her living room Marcy was bent over in a tight pair of jeans digging through a box of stuff. I could see her panty line and the small of her back as her shirt was creeping up. “Hey Ms. Daniels,” I said.“Oh hey Dom, I didn’t even hear you come in,” she replied as she.