The door opened and an impressive woman was standing in the doorway. With her high heels she was much taller than I expected. Tight black jeans showed...the shape of her long legs and fell perfectly over her hips. A red lace shirt with a black bra underneath left to guess little to me about the size of her breasts. Her long black wavy hair fell over her shoulders, her red lips formed a smile that welcomed me into their home.It was sweltering hot and we sat down behind the house on a terrace.. Then you use your intellect to impose a little self-control. Fortunately, I have been to that rodeo a lot of times and as her friend I was going to make certain that she never strayed again.Rebecca never had a flock of guys trying to get into her panties. Consequently, she never developed the necessary instincts. Due to the way I look, I had plenty of opportunity to practice that skill before I turned 20. So I was a master of the art.As I dozed off I was thinking about the new life that was. “Ahhh ... oooh!” she cried as she swayed around. After a couple of minutes, she relaxed and I felt the dildo slide out from inside me. Cindy brought it around and held it in front of my face for the first time. It was about seven inches long, two inches thick, and molded in black rubber. “Did you like my big black cock rammed back there?” she said, with a wicked grin on her face. I could tell she was going to be a problem for me.“Perhaps you should clean it with your mouth,” she said, still. .. nice. But she was still coming down from her climax. Jessica's tongue sent right back up that slippery slope, and she burst into a million pieces.When she finally regained her senses, Rick was lying on the bed beside her. Jessica, her face still wet from Melanie's juices, was licking and sucking his cock. She watched, her desires temporarily sated, as Rick finally rolled his wife over on her back and mounted her.Jessica twisted and turned, bucking up into him. Melanie leaned over and tongued.