It was like that from the day we met. My best friend warned me. He said, “You can’t meet Irving,” I asked, "Why?" “Because you will have sex w...th him.” “What?! You are just jealous.” “No. I know you and I know him. You, two, will have sex.” Was I that promiscuous? Was I that desperate? Was he that hot? Nope. Chemistry. He was not striking. Neither was I. Nice looking, but not remarkable. Not hot. I liked him. He liked me. But that wasn’t the particular attraction. He was fun, considerate, even. I cause quite a stir in any environment where men are present. Like at work for example. Lots of men there. I’m a graduate trainee at a large company and all the guys in my department fancy me like crazy. They are forever ogling! They can’t help themselves. I know that every single one of them would love to fuck me. They dream of fucking me. But they can dream on because I am not available. I have a dishy boyfriend a few years older than me who is extremely well endowed and spoils me rotten in. At last, we succeeded in making Jessie cum for the third time that afternoon, her body rocking, legs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her body. Matt and I continued to double-team her straight through her hat trick orgasm, but it was just a little longer before I couldn't possibly hold out any more. Quickly pulling out of Jessie's pussy just as my friend finished her final climax, I announced, "Everybody cum on her face!" My instructions were met with loud cheers from my teammates.Jessie. It’s one of the many reasons we like to go there. Still squeezing me beneath the table, Alli leaned in close to me and spoke in a low whisper. “Do you want to know a secret?” I looked at her, then at the picture, and then at her again. “I can’t believe you still have one.” “Don’t be a smart aleck or I won’t tell you – and I think you’ll like it.” I smiled at her, and then grabbed her hand and removed it from my genitals; I was starting to feel that building tingle again, that slow build to a.