You pass a certain flat twice on your rounds, and hear the same old argument repeating itself. That's alcohol. You hear totally incoherent, scrambled ...peech, with odd breaks. That's d**gs.Well, Flat 17 was on d**gs tonight. I'd noticed it with some surprise, just before going down to the courtyard to re-check the fire-escape exit, in case there were still any lowlifes who thought they could force the door inwards, after our new security lighting would have picked them out sharply in full view. He's nice, she regarded him as a good friend in a professional way. He was reasonable looking. He had shown her photographs from his beach holiday, Certainly not Geoff's gym sculptured perfection, but lean and nicely muscled.She had a moment of worry. No girlfriend for months. Was he gay? No way, she had seen the way he used to look at her and still did when he thought no-one was looking.Would he boast about it all around Supreme Corp? No, he wasn't that sort. Would he become too emotionally. After the panties were on she placed the slip over my head and as it slithered down my body I again felt a twitch in my groin. God, these clothes were turning me into some kind of pervert. But in spite of that thought, I was beginning to enjoy the attention Amy was giving me.She giggled and asked me if I wanted to wear one of her training bras. I told her I didn't have anything to train, and then a mean thought hit me and I laughed and said "and neither do you.....why do you wear one?" She got. As she was licking and probing my pussy walls with her pointy tongueMichelle clambered up over my chest and sat down on my tit. Grinding herpussy on my rock hard nipple.My hands reached up to tease Michelle's little nipples as Doris' tonguefucked me from one orgasm to another, until the big one, and my volcanogushed forth it's molten juice.Laying back to recover I must have fallen asleep and had the weirdestdream. Dreaming I was being kissed by my mom again I was very wet and alsosmelled the.