Let them hear just how hard I was fucking Danielle. She clawed at my back, digging into me with her nails. Her hips flew up to meet me and sprung back...to retreat as far as they could before jumping back up to meet my thrusts again. She grunted and groaned primally, feeling me fuck her harder than I ever had. ‘Fuck me!’ she growled, biting my earlobe ‘Jesus Christ! I’m going to come!’ I moaned, biting her neck. If Nikki and Stacy were somehow unaware of our romp, the hickies we would each have. As usual I clicked into the lesbian chatroom first, wanting to say hello to my favorite girls and see if there was anyone interested in private messaging. There were a few messages already waiting in my inbox, evident by the little red number in the corner. I opened them and read through them. Some were friends saying hello, others were just dick pics. And then there was the message that changed everything. It was sent by someone I didn’t recognize - not one of my friends - and appeared to be a. The crowd was going nuts.After only another minute, the music stopped. She picked up her money, grabbed her clothes, put on her shirt, and walked over to us. She gave Lucinda and Rico each a peck on the cheek and asked Jimmy for a Diet Coke.“Myrtle, these boys are from out of town. Their wives are going to dance in the contest. They were curious as to why we allow the Spice Warehouse to exist.”“Well, boys, we used to have a lot of problems in town--lots of young guys working in the mines. I had not paid attention, but he had kept my glass full of the amber wine as we ate the hors d'œuvres, and each time I had sipped, it was refilled. My problems seemed far away, as we continued talking.It seemed I was standing alongside the couch, watching us conversing and laughing. I nibbled another hors d'œuvre and watched a goodly part of it break off and tumble down into the cleavage of my blouse. He chuckled and his hand reached between my breasts and deftly pulled it out. I felt his.