I put on the first Bob Marley album I saw and settled back down, picking up the makings and building another spliff; anything to take my mind of the e...ection that was clearly visible through his jeans. “You know,” he began, “I think she’d do us both.” “Really?” I said, pausing in my work to steal a quick glance. “Yeah, I bet she would,” he replied. “I told you, she just can’t get enough.” My mind raced with the possibilities. “You’re not shy, are you?” he teased. “Of course not,” I lied,. She had chosen something funny because she knew that Betsy’s reaction would be emotional enough that a serious story might be more than her friend could handle.“I never imagined it could be so ... fantastic,” Betsy said ineffectually trying to wipe the tears from her face.“I’m happy you enjoyed it.”“I’ve dreamed about going to a live performance for years. Thank you,” Betsy said.Sally opened her purse and held out the small package of tissues she had packed in anticipation of Betsy’s reaction. She had been very thorough and did notlet one drop go to waste, although her lipstick was now smudgedon my cock rather than her lips! She stood up in front of me andgently leaned forward to kiss me. I could smell and taste my cumon her breath and her lips as we kissed. This was something I hadgot very used to this last year and I found it very erotic."Hmm," she said pulling away "that was nice!" Oh yes," I gasped, not being able to disagree with her.She then took a tissue and wiped her lipstick. I had it completely buried as I stroked my cock and a man on the phone line was telling me how he was going to fuck my mouth and pound my white, bitch ass and I was in a horny haze wiggling my ass around on my dildo while stroking my cock. He was making me moan and beg him for his cock, which I did a little loudly, apparently I had been doing it too loudly for weeks. The knock on my door brought me out of my haze. I hung up the phone and didn’t move. The knocking persisted. I grabbed a robe of.