Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his cock burst back into my head. Later that night, John and I sat around the dying camp f...re in silence. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the fire occasionally. I tried not to look at him most of the night. Because if I did my eyes would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. "Are you ready for bed john?" I asked. Figuring the sooner morning came the. My tits are small, my hips are narrow, and I’m not too pretty. He likes to fuck me though even though I wouldn’t let him until after the wedding.My husband, Melvin is his name, has a childhood friend Jeff who is much more outgoing. They hang around a lot and that has gotten me in a situation I don’t know what to do with.When Jeff doesn’t have a girlfriend he comes to our little apartment on Saturday nights to hang out. He brings beer or whisky and the men get drunk. I like wine so I have a. Another wrong move, as Lisa kneed him hard enough to push him back, then fired her non-silenced Glock into the guy's chest. She only shot once into the main body mass, but it must have hit something vital since the guy's eyes bugged out as he fell backward.The other man wasn't fighting, and was searched and tie-wrapped while waiting his fate.Lisa and I went to each of the two rooms and had to look into the closets to find the two women who were with these men. They immediately began pleading. Maddie and Jeff became the talk of the group, they seemed inseparable, they began to go out all the time and their petting got heavier, although he had no more experience than she did and he seemed rough at times, nonetheless she would have to masturbate after each time to quench her burning desires. Then came the night of her girlfriend's party and her and Jeff had drank so much and her girlfriend tried to get them to spend the night, but Maddie wouldn't hear of it as she told Jeff to take her.