" A beer? Now? Really?" I asked, hardly believing my ears."Really," she said, smiling.Jess appeared to be the subject of a heated discussion with Davi..., a tall, good-looking, but painfully straight guy we both knew."It's just a body, for God's sake," David's best friend Tom joined in. "There's no reason to get uptight. We're all friends here." Okay, big man," David shot back. "Why don't you show us it's no big deal and get naked yourself?"Tom was out of his clothes in a shot. No sooner had his. Noticing that reaction pleased me, and any sense of shame vanished, driven out by the solid self-esteem of a man with a hard cock. A perfect recipe for foolishness. I reconnoitered the bakery section, looking for a long raincoat amongst the bagels, boots below baskets of baguettes, our radiant raven hair above the pastries and pies. No luck. My firmness abated, my spirits sagged. I’m sure my shoulders slumped, all the predictable after effects of an unrequited surge of testosterone. Dejected, I. I held my tits apart, and she straddled me, slapping my tits with her dick, which of course I did not really feel, but pretended to...“Oh baby yeah, dickslap my big titties, that feels so fucking good! Now FUCK them for me! I want to wrap my JUGGS around your COCK and MASTURBATE you with them!” I said to her as she mounted me like a man mounts his busty woman.She roared and slapped the thick plastic rod in my cleavage and wrapped those towel tits around her schlong and started pumping her hips. "I tensed. I had no doubt about that ... just his hands on me did all kinds of things, made me hot, made me wet made me want him but he was Becca's lover not mine. I tried to move away from him."Michael why are you in my bed?"He sighed."I think it's obvious I ... I came here to fuck you..."I just looked at him and damn, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. But this wasn't about her ... no ... it was about Becca and what he thought I'd done."No Michael ... you came here to get back at.