She traveled and I too made an excuse at my home and went to meet her.She was happy to see me she gave me a nice hug when she met. I just put my hand ...n her butt. She hit me and said, “I am your friend, not your lover.” I said “You are indeed a girl and I am a boy. So it was a natural gesture from a boy towards a girl that its nothing serious.”Our conversation continued. We talked about many things that we missed in each other’s lives in the past 5 months. She said, “I want to freshen up for. The harder I tried the harder I got until I'd run to the side and abuse the hell out of my interest ... and there was no possible denial ... I was interested. Grace was too.Several ... ok, ok, ok ... a great many ... all right!! EVERY night, sometime in the night, I would wake up slowly ... a small hand grasping ... you know where ... and the only way she would let go is when I came. And she would softly giggle and deny it in the morning."Grace, de nile is a river in Africa." I don't know what. I could feel the orgasm building inside me and as Chris pounded my hungry mouth and Michael sucked on my pulsing bud I started to cum. Chris pulled out of my mouth, pulling strings of saliva and precum with him, allowing me to enjoy my orgasm but when Michael brought his mouth down on mine, sharing my sweet cunt juices with me, Chris forced his cock between our faces for more of my expert sucking. His rock hard cock slipped into my mouth between our tongues and the thought of Michael’s tongue. It seemed so small, so trivial. It was funny how such a little thing could relieve so much frustration.When I started going with Billy, I had to fight him every step of the way. It wasn't long, though, before he wore down my resistance and I discovered the joys of his wonderful hands. His fingers on my titties made me feel so good. The first time he sucked on my nipples I thought I was going to die of pleasure. It was nothing compared with when I finally let him stick his tongue up my pussy. I.