" she gulped, thrusting the wine in its grocery bag out into Jonelle's arms."This is Eric." Hi," Eric said."Hi. We spoke on the phone this afternoon,"...Laura stammered. But she had finally got her voice back. "Jonelle... you look beautiful."Jonelle closed the door. "You too," she smiled. She shook her head. "Some times I can't believe how beautiful you are." Well, enough flattering each other," Laura said as she removed her coat.She and Jonelle were uncomfortable, but Eric soon made everything. He didn’t seem to know if he possessed a contaminated poop thumb…or the most powerful sexual weapon in the world. She picked up his shorts and proceeded to wipe his hand off and then she threw his shorts across the living room. On her knees again, she began to suck his limp cock like a hungry a****l attacking a carcass. Eventually she released her suction and began to pump his semi-flaccid cock with both of her hands…and then she had it between her tits again. He was almost fully hard once. Then Vincent noticed that bundleof blankets or something.Then Vincent noticed what that bundle of blankets or something actuallywas.It was a man. He was in his thirties maybe, wearing a long leather coatand dark jeans. He had a goatee beard and black sideys. He was lyingdown. Or rather he was kinda half seated in the driver seat and halflying down on the forecourt blacktop so that the top of his head wasresting in the pool of red, sticky liquid by Vincent's foot. Except thatthe top of his head. "You're gonna get me started again."Joe looked down at his soft dick (the strand of semen had dropped away -- I watched it) and laughed, "I'd need some pretty good help before I'd be ready to go again. I already came twice. I haven't gone three times at one go since I was about thirty."The three of us had been friends since college. For a long time back then, Lena and Joe had been an item. Then Joe transferred to a different school for his major program and Lena and I sort of naturally.