“Do you think it would be bad if we slept together?” she asked. “I-I’m sorry Marissa, but we can’t. You have a boyfriend. I’m not going t... be the one to come between you two. Plus you’re drunk and I’m not going to take advantage of you. It’s not right.” “But Phil, it would be so much fun. I promise I’ll make you feel unbelievable.” “You know I’d love to but I can’t do that to you. It wouldn’t be right.” They went back and forth for a few more minutes about it before Marissa started to doze. I can also feel a very soft part of her rubbing against my cock.She was making a moaning sound every time I adjust my front part around that soft area. I held her by her buttocks and pressed her hardly against my throbbing cock. All along we were completely dressed and that’s the only bad part of this play. Realizing that I was getting restless, she turned around with her hips to my front. She said “be a good guy and do as I say, I will do whatever you want the next time, Ok.” I said ok.Then. Driving home in the heat of passion, I was stretched to accommodate his girth. Moving in hard, pounding thrusts, he sent me over the edge again and again. His fucking felt like it very well might kill me, but I relished in the pleasure, not caring. His words found me in a daze. "You're holding together quite nicely. I usually have killed my partner by now. Get me to ejaculate and I will save you. I will strengthen you farther than any other possibly could. SO you may want to try a little." His. " So I gave her seveal orgasms and took my fingers out of her."You`ve masturbated me, Peter. May I do the same for you?" Of course you may but first I must put some newspapes on to the carpet to catch my cum." I found some old newspapers and put them on the floor. "Now do it Hazel. Make me cum." When she did I had a wonderful ejaculation which she guided on to the newspsper."That was super, Hazel. We must do it again tomorrow." Isn `t it odd. We said we must behave yet we have masturbated each.