“We're more than friends.”“Yes!” Lori trembled as Yoshiko slid her hand higher, savoring how silky her friend's thigh felt beneath her palms. ...��I don't want to mess things up between Chris and me. And you and me. And him and you. I love him. And you're best friends. But this... It could ruin everything.”“Maybe,” Yoshiko groaned, her breasts dangling as she leaned over. She breathed in the tart musk of Lori's pussy mixed with salty cum. “But it's too late to stop. We've both changed. We both. He couldn’t believe that he wasbeing thrashed like this by the gentle little girl he’dmarried. How could a girl half his size do this to him!He’d fought dozens of men as big and as strong ashimself in the ring, and never had he taken so muchpunishment as he was receiving from the slip of a girlwho was hammering him right now. Ignominiously, hetried to escape by running along the ropes!Gleefully, Martha leapt after her fleeing husband andtripped him before he’d gone three. Betty was wearing light cotton slacks. Tim abandoned his bag of popcorn and while still using his right hand on both of his cousin's bare breasts he reached between Betty's legs with his left hand, touching her ever so gently on the material hiding her pussy.She moaned softly as Tim's hand gently massaged her between her now spread legs. She moved her hand from his thigh but instead of grabbing his cock she put her hand on his left thigh allowing her forearm to rest on his erection.It isn't her. I know, it is fucked up, but I love her, so I just layed there, waiting for my sentence.She was dressed up, really hot, wearing one of those leather like pants - leggings, that perfectly sat on her ass. Sex on a fucking stick.She went to one of many Belgrade "fancy" bars, sat at the bar, and waited. She told herself, that she will fuck the first guy that hits on her. Maybe ten or twenty minutes passed, and a young, fit guy, started hitting on her. A student. Handsome, she says, muscular. She.