News at Eleven. ‘ I coughed and unbent myself, leaning against the wall and facing her still flushed form. ‘Bastard! You know Andrew would kill m... if he knew I did this!’ She responded, causing the blood in MY veins to boil and my face to turn a shade or two redder than they already had been. But this was not the blush of embarrassment and desire, this was the heat of hatred and an impassioned wish to slowly skin alive her scrawny, pot-smoking, ‘Holier than thou’ Roman Catholic Philosophy. I had actually worked myself up into a very feverish state, wondering what they would do, or could do and get away with, which left plenty of options. None of which prepared me however for what I saw next as the door opened.Stunned, I could only lay there wondering as all four women walked into the room together, and each one of them nude."Well, we've decided," Chris said looking at me, and then walked over sitting down on the bed wrapping her hands around my very flaccid, limp as a noodle cock. I suggest we watch another movie and get cozy under the covers. You both readily agree. You two sit next to each other and I sit next to you.The movie starts and you wish you could be kissing Kristin. You're considering asking Kristin to bail with you when you feel something. Kristin's hand is on your leg. She is still watching the screen, yet her hand is rubbing up and down your legYou turn back to the screen, pretending to ignore her hand. With each up and down motion she gets closer to your. Anees brought his mouth to Sarda’s aloft bosom and started lapping her total breasts, alternating one to another, running his tongue-tip from base to top, making her hiss and yell in pleasure. Sarda was turning wet, and in no time her total breasts were drenched with Anees’s saliva of lust. Moments later, Anees uplifted Sarda in his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom, suggested by his friend Shantanu, the husband of Sarda Yajav.Next moment Sarda was lying flat on her beck, in the bed..