Once inside her apartment, she started ripping my clothes off. I grabbed the back of her head and stuck my tongue hard in her mouth. I was pulling her...top off as she was unbuttoning my pants. In seconds I was naked. I pulled her jeans off. She was wearing a white lacy bra and light colored red thong. We kissed long and hard. She was rubbing my cock as I unhooked her bra. Her tits were milky white, firm and her nipples were hard. I pushed her to her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth. She. On that first trip after the travel policy change, I was watching television in my bed, and Gary was partially under the covers reading a thick, paperback book. It also looked like he was rubbing his crotch, and I asked, “What are you reading, Gary?”He looked a little embarrassed and replied, “Oh, this is just one of those ‘Letters to Penthouse’ books which is a compilation of reader’s short stories republished from the ‘Penthouse Letters’ magazine.”I had never heard of either of those. I was too stunned to talk, or even to remember his name. She ordered me to get the car to drive them back to our place. I brought the car around, and they piled into the back-seat. During the drive, they were necking the whole time. No conversation, just groans and moans, as I drove home in silence, my head pounding with jealousy and my stomach heavy with a feeling of my own inadequacy. At the same time, my below-average-sized dick was hard as a rock. There was no denying that despite the sick. She didn’t invite me in, just opened it a crack, and I immediately worked out what was happening.“Get dressed,” I said through gritted teeth. “And meet me in my car in two minutes.”“Of course,” she said, wide-eyed. I didn’t even care what I had interrupted - I’d made a deal with Rhonda, and I was suddenly furious that she’d defied me. Here I was, doing her a favor - did she not know her place?Just moments after I’d returned to my car, Rhonda opened the door and practically leapt into the.