"Fuck him, Ben. Fuck my Eric like the cock-crazed boy he is. Ream out that tight little asshole of his," Sarah said huskily. I looked at her through h...lf-closed eyes and saw her fingering her wet cunt while her face remained close to my abused ass. I then lowered my head back to my arms and eagerly accepted my friend's constant assault on my churning bunghole.I moaned with unexpected pleasure when I felt Sarah wrap her delicate fingers around my throbbing erection. She pumped my raging member. She was wearing a pair of bikini panties, bright pink, and a T-shirt that had been cut off to expose the underside of her DDs, tight enough that her nipples stood out clearly. ‘Are you sure he’s asleep?’ This loud enough to wake him if he was, but I was betting he was doing his nightly wank and not yet asleep. Her voice was, I figured, enough to get his attention and sure enough, the door to his room opened quietly just a hair.‘I don’t care if he’s asleep or not, I want you.’ I hoped that. Oh yes, I can feel it getting hard in there. Ohlook at you squirm. I forgot you can't do that any more. Keep that bottlein your mouth Donna. I didn't give you permission to take it out. I knowyou like it when I rub you like this. It's so hot seeing you react when itgets hard. I will miss it when it stops doing it anymore. Well you stayhere and finish your baba and I will get dinner ready.Well I see you finished your bottle. I brought you another to enjoy withdinner. Doesn't this salmon and. “I was just walking some of models through the steps.”“It’s not like anything you taught us in New York.” Arwen pointed out.“Oh. It’s not ballroom. It’s more of a show dance.” Pilar said.“Could you teach me how to dance like that?” Arwen asked.“Sure. I was just about to show Ceilidh. Join us?” Pilar offered.Arwen gave her a wry smile as if to acknowledge how well they were doing not talking about the thing they were probably going to have to talk about. “Sure.”“Are you a model?” Ceilidh asked,.