“Hey, man,” Matt said, gettin’ up from his armchair.“No!” I cried, puttin’ my hands up in a wardin’ gesture. “No… I’ll be OK in a ...inute.” I sat for a bit, waitin’ for my heart to stop beatin’, tryin’ to get back my equilibrium. “Sorry,” I said at last.“No worries” he said. There was a long silence. Flies buzzin’ against the glass, the tick of an old grandfather clock. “Ya wanna talk about it?”“I just… I dunno. I just want somebody, ya know? Some guys just want a root but I want somebody to. Finally he snapped. Out of nowhere he thrust his hips up and pushed me downhard. I cried out, his hard cock sliding so deep it almost felt like he wastrying to choke me. He groaned and starting pumping in and out of me. He fuckedme slow but his strokes were so hard. I started moving with him, making him gofaster. He let me take over the rythm, releasing my ass so he can squeeze mybreasts. He pinched my nipples and I moaned, grinding against him in return. I moved my hips faster, my nails. ?? I was looking at her breasts, had been on and off for the last three circuits, I know she noticed, only now did she speak. “My girls are a little larger than yours, too much running without support and they ache some, but it’s a good ache.” The grin was back full force.Her breasts were bigger than mine, not by a lot, high and firm, they still jiggled as she ran, which is what caught my attention. Mine don’t.“Why insist on a stable when you don’t have a horse?” The whizz was back and. I hadn't realized until then that I had been assuming only Shanda and I were in the house. There was music coming from within. It was quiet, but not soft. Jessie apparently likes rock and roll. But was she in there, or did she simply leave music on? I listened a little longer... Just music. Well, my window of opportunity was probably not very big, so I softly turned the handle. It was locked. It took me by surprise. I turned the handle hard. Harder than I meant to. The loud click was all I.