"I took a photo of him suckling them."Do you like my pussy?" I said spreading my lips and fingering myself,"do you want to taste it?" Ohhh yesss."I to...k another photo."What's with the photos?" he mumbled, his face between my thighs."I just thought I would like to share our time together."The dumb, vain fool, that he was, hadn't a clue. I faked an orgasm.Straddling him and resting my head on his shoulders, I let him think Iwas coming down from a high. I could feel his hardness, twitching,between. Inside were a fresh bra and panties, a tight blue T-shirt, and a tight pair of denim jeans. Comfortable and not too revealing, but not prudish. I put on the clothes- with a little help from Jennifer in putting on the bra. "What's it like out there?" I asked curiously as I got dressed. Her eyes grew haunted. "Total chaos," she said quietly in the tone of someone trying to block out something from their mind. "Murders, suicides, accidents. Looting. And rape. There're fires everywhere, but no one. Her roommates had just been having a good time, she thought. And they were just showing off for the boys. Nothing she wouldn't have done in their shoes.But she was jealous of them and their fun. Where was her chance to act the whore and get away with it? Why didn't she get to fuck some stranger on stage?Thinking about the things her roommates had done was getting to Ilse. She noticed then how turned on the pictures and stories had made her in addition to making her angry and jealous. She was. " She lay back and spread her legs and I needed no other persuasion to meet her request. I dove into her mound with a motivation I had never felt before. It seemed that my entire body was only intent on giving her pleasure. To be honest it was like having a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. For me it always seemed like a huge amount of pressure to perform in the bedroom. I no longer felt that pressure as my only goal in that shining moment was to bring her off to an enjoyable two orgasms.As.