So what is it that's bugging you? For real, I mean.” Jasmine wore a subtle grin as she put down her coffee mug. “It's that he was so good in bed. ...he best. I swear! Now all I have left is my rabbit.” Greg laughed out loud: “I knew it! You only used him to keep your snatch happy!”He lowered his voice to its usual, but already rather excited tone again: “I would have been like sooo surprised to hear you felt bad for him.” She hit his upper arm. “Screw you, Greg! That's a huge loss for me,” she. "Oh yea, it's the best", I lied."Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it," Scott exhaled, squeezing the noticeable bulge in his Levis.Before I could catch myself, Scott noticed me staring at his crotch. "What you looking at man?"Busted, I mumbled, "You must be hung like a horse." So I've been told," Scott bragged. "But what's it to you?" Oh, nothing, man, nothing. It just looks like your jeans are going to explode." Fuck yea, man. You're right, my cock has a fucking mind of its own. I. ‘Goddess??’ Julia made her voice as gentle as she could, ‘Ma’am, . . . can I ask please if you’ve been taking drugs tonight?’ The woman swayed close, those oh-so-very hard nipples nearly brushing up against Julia’s own high breasts through the cloth of her tee. Wide eyes stared right-through Julia, glazed in some sort of fugue state, pupils hugely dilated. Julia could see the woman’s short dark hair had been slicked down tight against her skull. ‘Yesss . . . She . . . ,’ The woman’s hand rose. I rose and did as he asked, trembling from the thought of him seeing my flaws, my imperfections that I worked so hard to camouflage. He began to trace the outline of my face with his fingertips following across the path with soft kisses, and I felt vulnerable to his touch. His fingers then traced down across my neck, softly dancing over my breasts as my nipples ached for his lips, but he just kept softly touching my body in an admiring way. Then placing his hand across the soft doughy flesh of.