Over the next couple days, when I wasn't at work, Jessie and I fucked like a****ls as if to make up for the past 11 years of our friendship. We did it...everywhere and on just about every piece of furniture that would support us. It was the best sex of our lives, but something was missing. I realized that my lust for Jessie had evolved. It wasn't enough just to fuck her. This bitch needed more than one cock. Instantly, I had an answer for two dilemmas at once.Back to the ice rink, I didn't. She needed to steady herself. He felt perfect inside her. A dangerous thought raced through her mind. I never want to be with anyone else ever again. Marissa squeezed her eyes shut as the tears began to flow. Overcome with desire, she let out a gasp and brought herself down hard on Alan. She felt his hips push upward. Her hands clasped Alan tighter. With one final cry, the room started to spin. The head of Alan’s cock was flaring inside her. The tingling in her toes spread to her whole body.. ”Troy smiled back. “I’m feeling nostalgic tonight, Mistress.”“I guessed. Slumber party snacks for dinner, Goonies cued up, I’m half expecting Cookie-Bar Sundae Rainbow Explosions for dessert.”“I didn’t have time to cube the Starbursts; thought about dragging the N64 out and loading up Goldeneye too.”Julie raised an eyebrow at him. “Ok, now my ‘Troy Has An Agenda’ sense is tingling.”“Maybe he does. The only way to find out for certain is to look into my eyes...”Julie let out a contented sigh and. At least I hope not!"She thought about this conversation while Viola was away at work. Would she lose her one day in the same way as she had won her? Would she be obliged to defend her right to this submissive and captivating blonde with her tender smile and sweet adorable body? After the battering she had endured, whose effects had still not worn off, she wasn't sure she fancied ten challenges a year - which was what Rashumba had faced, by all accounts. She doubted she was as durable as the.