I thought to myself ‘Oh it makes sense now’. I felt kind of bad for thinking she was a weirdo and said “Sorry for your loss”. She says “Than... you ... but I have a favour to ask. I know it’s weird and I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but can you give me a hug and say ‘Bye Mama’?”Inside I was like ‘HELL NO you crazy bitch’ but I know people have different ways of getting over a loss so I went ahead and did it. She smiles, thanks me, and leaves.The cashier rings up my stuff and the total. She digs her hands into the sides of his legs and a whimper escapes her lips. James' face jolts and he gets up to walk over to her. He cups her face and stares at her shocked expression. "Take it," he whispers. Quinn nods and lets out a loud gasp as Phil begins to thrust beneath her as she bounces on him at the same time. James clasps a hand around her neck and squeezes gently. "Fuck her harder, Phil," he growls, his eyes not leaving hers. Phil thrusts up furiously, growling with each movement,. Everyday after that I would sneak into his room and borrow a different magazine from his huge stack and return the one I had used the night before. I was very careful to take one from the center of the stack so he wouldn’t notice. Some of those stories gave me fantastic orgasms but nothing like the orgasms That I was about to have on my birthday Like everything else in my life, my birthday parties sucked. It was unusually hot and humid last Friday night so I went to my room early and stripped. Chantal, a petite yet buxom blond with a piercing blue-eyed stare, complemented by David, a Martinique dark-skinned, gentle (and extremely reserved) giant.However, underneath the veneer of respectability lay hidden desires, something Chantal recognised well before the rest of us. As events would unfold, I discovered (but alas, too late) that she manipulated us all expertly.As I said, it all started with a slight indiscretion. After an evening of good eating and good drinking, in the company of.