After about 5 minutes, Laura lends a hand. I start to moan and say, ‘I think I’m gonna cum on your couch.’ Katie says, ‘We don’t care, it’... not ours. It was included in the apartment.’ To which Laura adds, ‘Yeah, and it’s not as though you’ll be the first guy to spooge on it.’ So at this point I’m ready to blow. I start spraying on the couch in between Laura and Katie. They’re both cracking up seeing jets of my semen smacking the cushion (you lean your back against) of their rented couch. With. He was standing there again as he walked back inside. "Okay... let's do it... but you have to use a condom." throwing a batch of condoms onto the couch as he headed back into the living room. he started taking off his clothes and I went over to him as I stopped him. "not here... in the garage." I said as he glared at me and then we headed to the garage as he grabbed his condoms. we got there and closed the door. This was the perfect spot as it was far from the bedroom and we had also kept a. "I turned to Fran. "Is that it?"Her head was bowed so that her hair fell across her face. She gave a tiny nod."Did you enjoy it?"Another tiny nod."And I don't have to ask you, Connie," I said sternly, "whether you enjoyed it."Connie gave me a big unabashed sexy grin. "No substitute for the real thing," she said, waving a hand at me, "but it scratched that itch, know what I mean? I reckon Whatsisname — the dark-haired one — was better," she added chattily. "What did you think, Fran?"Fran looked. We dance, fast, at first, and I watch the way her body moves in her little black dress. After a while we stop speaking. Then we move closer, and start to grind against each other, our hands on one another. She's warm and firm and I can feel her muscles playing under her clothes, her skin is dewy. I can smell her, it's good. Her hands slide over my back, down over my ass, and mine are in the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine. She nips at my ear, and whispers, "come on", and leads.