It's fuck night." "What's fuck night?" "Once a month, a girl invites a guy from the audience to fuck her on stage, but she's the only one." "Have you ...one it?" "Of course, but my timing was bad. It was the night my dad showed up with his poker buddies. This guy was really into me and on the edge when my dad walked in. It wouldn't have been fair to make my partner stop cold like that. The guy finished with an eruption like on Mount Vesuvius. Then the spotlight highlighted his white creamy 'lava'. Debbie again just nodded. We traded places and I lay back spreading my legs. Debbie quickly commented how pretty my shaved pussy was and maybe she should shave hers. She hesitated just a moment then pushed her tongue into my pussy. Debbie was a little sloppy but was getting the job done. Debbie’s loud cumming had drawn the boys’ attention. The guys walked in while Debbie’s tongue was exploring my pussy. I pulled her up to me and told her that the boys needed a little attention. Debbie covered. I was all ready by then for our daily rendezvous and getting overly aroused thinking and imagining to be sexing with my twin sister till late night. I could hear sink faucet running in her room and then she was in my room, almost semi naked with her bare tits and only a teeny tiny pussy covering device on the middle of her body. ' DO I have an answer to all our problems my dear' she said as she walked over to my bed. 'Get rid of your stupid clothes quick', she ordered and started helping me. How could he have thought he’d be better off with the psychiatrist than Erika? What he needed—now more than ever—was a strong woman by his side. Not someone who could so easily be seduced into bed. It was pathetic! His Swedish girlfriend was always one step ahead and that was one of the qualities he loved in her. She was more than self-sufficient. She was his equal. They made a wonderful team. And then there was the sex. Yes, he admitted it. He was addicted to the lifestyle Erika offered. He’d.