But when i got home it was all quite, too quite. then i saw the note. "You son of a bitch you knew we had that dinner at my mother`s!" i knew i was in...big trouble now. being a little drunk i thought hell with it i am going to have a good time any ways. so i put on my boots and grabbed my cowboy hat and headed to the bar to do a little country dancing. as i looked around i noticed a nasty looking blond on the other side of the bar looking at me and smiling. drunk and feeling a little cocky i. “Suck my clit, suck it hard.”Hannah complied; she clamped her mouth over Samantha's clitoris and sucked. She heard Samantha moan and sucked harder.“Bite me, fucking bite me.”Hannah brought her teeth together and nipped Samantha.“Harder, use your tongue on my clit.”Hannah did exactly what Samantha asked. She loved the sweet taste of her sister's pussy and the delicate aroma.“Oh god yes, just like that.”Hannah flicked her tongue faster across Samantha's pussy; she loved the taste and feel of. Choked, quiet sobs escape her as a thought of a close friend leaving her life consumes her. Had their friendship become so insignificant to him? He must really think little of me, she thinks as her tears run down her face. “Annie?” a voice appears, startling her. Annie looks up and sees David, standing a few feet away from her. Leaping to her feet, she quickly wipes her tears away but it is too late as her skin has already become blotchy from her sadness. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t. Without a hesitation I stepped up to him and was led onto the floor.As we danced he slipped his hands inside my top and rubbed my bare back.“Please don't do that.”“Why not? You were obviously enjoying it during the last dance.”“Yes. But Jules is a friend.”I called Jules a friend? I'd only met him 3 days ago. Was he a friend because I had stroked his cock for 10 minutes, then watched him and Jim fuck Julia? Was he a friend because Julia had fucked my husband (and probably would again soon) and.