She’s… oh my God, she’s… masturbating. Right here. In front of another person—right in front of me!There were sounds besides the increasing ...empo of Kelly’s breathing… wet sounds. Feeling the mixture of shame, fascination, and excitement gripping her as she watched, Stephanie couldn’t look away. Stephanie was sure she wasn’t gay, but the sight had butterflies beating anxiously in her tummy all the same. That’s what she meant about… getting close. It’s what I felt in the shower, that SENSATION I. "It's her old man," said a voice on the other side of the door that obviously belonged to someone looking through the peephole. Then the door was opened.Scott didn't know what to expect. It sure wasn't a naked black man covered in perspiration with his huge, semi-hard cock coated with a whitish liquid who said, "she's fabulous man, just like you told us." Glad you like her. This is Scott, he's a friend," Ray said gesturing to Scott and not identifying the black man my name.The black man stuck. And that had been an accident.It was no accident that he moved to lie on top of her now though, or that her hand came to guide the tip of his prick to her opening.Even in the water her body was producing enough lubrication that he could get it inside her. Her legs pulled up, spread wide as there was some friction. He had to work it into her slowly, which was exactly what she needed ... the feel of slowly being filled with luscious pressure on the muscles that had been jumpy all week."Oh don't. Gobbel," Marie said nervously, "I'm so glad you could make it!!!" James Gobbel moved smoothly into Marie's well appointed apartment, and after giving it a quick once over, turned back to Marie and said softly, "I'm glad you followed instructions, it makes things much easier!!!" "Instructions," Marie asked in a slightly puzzled voice!?! "The lingerie," James replied gently, "I'm glad you remembered, it makes things go so much easier!!!" "Why is that," Marie asked weakly, as the overpowering.