Around 10pm (we’d been playing pool since 5pm) Jazza and Ryan asked me if I wanted to go back to their place for a few drinks and we’d pick up som...thing to eat on the way home. What do you think I said?Back at their place we are having a few drinks and in the comfort of their place they acted a lot more like boyfriends – holding hands and stuff.Ryan did ask me if it bothered me at all. I wasn’t at all and I told them that I hadn’t seen guys being casual like that in ages – prolly since I was in. Beverly returned with Helen catching me mid ripping into a bong, they both said hi with Helen adding "That looks relaxing, can we crash here too?" I nodded while blowing a long dragon of smoke.Quickly they came back Beverly holding two glasses and Helen with a bottle of cheap white wine, although their attire what roused my interest as Helen wore the same skirt from the night before with an old low cut top which was strange because she just had jeans on for shopping, maybe it was a comfit thing. He picked up the pace just a bit, each time her pushed back his pubic bone smashed into hers. He pulled completely out of her to look at her pussy, it was gapping so much he thought her lips would never touch each other again. He pushed back into her. He needed to cum to relief the pressure of his dick that's never been this hard before. He positioned himself to pound her and saw the tears coming from her eyes. He licked her cheeks to taste her tears then started pumping in and out of her. . As we kissed, I raised my hands to the firm, heavy globes that hung on her chest. I could feel her nipples, hard and hot, against my palms. She pulled her head back slightly and asked, “Are you ready to fuck me?”She lay on her back, in the center of the bed, as I positioned myself on top of her. With my hips above her, she raised her knees, drawing them back almost to her shoulders. Then she reached down, gripped my cock and guided it into her passage. The sensation of being inside her, of.