.. I feel so weak. Like I just had my ass kicked. I begin to brush myself off.“Thank you.” I sigh, almost shaking my head at myself.“No problem,...glad to help. So what did you slip on? Or how did you slip?” They stare at me with a curious expression.The thing is ... I don’t really know what had happened. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of. She started to shake again, and I pounded myself into her tight pussy harder, quickly building up another orgasm for her. Her pussy started to spasm around me again, but this time I didn’t allow myself to exit her. I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, causing the rest of her body to shake. Her eyes were mostly closed, but when they opened, they were partially rolled upwards. When we weren’t kissing, her breathing was ragged, as she tried to steady herself under me. “So. Fucking. Good”. Finally Stacey came back on the line, ‘Nessie? Sorry about that. I was just getting more… comfortable.’ I could absolutely hear the grin on her face. Then, another bed squeak. ‘Stace, what EXACTLY is going on right now?’ ‘You want me to tell you EXACTLY what is going on right now?’ Her tone was obvious, she was talking to someone else. I distinctly heard another voice this time. A male voice encouraging her, ‘Tell baby, tell EXACTLY what I am doing to you right now!’ ‘Well, Doug came over. I can see them. Is your kitty wet, Kitty?” “How dare…” she responded, her voice quavering. She never had the opportunity to finish. His right hand shot behind her head with lightning speed, twining into hair, and pulling her to his lips. She tried to resist at the last second, but she was no match for his strength. His lips pressed against hers – hard and insistent. The hand that had once helped to bar her escape found her breast and squeezed. He’s going to take me – right here, she thought.