I turned down an invitation to go out for drinks with some of the othergirls in the office, something we did most Fridays, but tonight I wasinterested...in delivering my gift.I drove home carefully staying within the speed limits not wanting torisk another ticket though it was killing me wanting to get there asquick as possible.By the time I got the car parked the sun had set. Our apartment was onthe opposite side from where I was so I couldn't see if the lights wereon. What a shame it would be. My job required some overnight business trips. While I was traveling, I was haunted by images of Carol and John back at our place making love and enjoying the special feelings of being a twosome. My imagination would run wild with vivid pictures of them having wild passionate sex, of Carol sucking John's cock and of him kissing and caressing her. I had images of them cuddling on the couch and enjoying an evening at home together. I was frightened that I would lose Carol. Jealousy is a terrible. ‘Are you going to fuck my pussy?’ Fleur asked innocently as she wiggled her ass for a horny George. George looked down at her tight ass and gave it a hard slap before lining his cock up, not with her pussy, but with her extremely tight teenage asshole.‘I hope you French chicks like taking it in the ass baby!’ he exclaimed, before slamming his cock forward into one of the tightest holes he had ever experienced.Ginny tried her hardest to get more than eight inches of his thick cock in her little. Never talked much. Hell, we didn’t even know their names or where they came from. Just accepted it, you know, and gave them our own names. Like Red, because he dressed all in red leather. Black dressed in black. White in white. Mustache had a mustache and Daddy? Well, he just looked like a daddy with his short-cropped grey hair and his hairy chest. Tattoo was inked from top to bottom and Scar looked like he’d been in a knife fight long ago.Thing is, we all looked forward to their coming. It was.