He either didn't notice or he didn't care, but he said nothing about it and kept going on about Donna. After a minute or so, I moved my hand, lightly ...rushing the hairs on his thigh. Again, he didn't acknowledge it. I got a bit bolder and rested my hand on his thigh, inches from where his cock was tenting his boxers. I moved my hand up over his boxers and let it rest for a few seconds just above his waistband. Again, he didn't say anything about it. As he was telling me how he'd like to fuck. But in the end, they’re your friends and not mine.”“I want them to be your friends, too,” Hailey said. “I mean ... God, this sucks. I’ve ruined the whole evening. I had big plans for rewarding you for coming home to me.”“I don’t need a reward for doing what I should,” Phil said. “I’m not saying that I wasn’t happy to see you sitting there when I walked up the steps. And I’ll admit I was a bit jealous when I thought of you going clubbing with your friends and maybe finding a guy you’d like more. He pulled his hand from her sex and to his face and began licking his fingers. Taking a half step forward he shoved his cock inside her without even preparing her. She let out a strong gasp and I could tell she had the wind knocked out of her. His speed and intensity were picking up as the first woman began bucking and moaning so loud that if the neighbors had lived any closer they for sure would have known. The second guy stepped up to woman one and placed his cock head to her lips and she. His hand came down onto one, holding it in place as he squeezed. He tugged at my nipple, then released his hand only to bring it back down with a smack! He slapped my breast again, releasing yet another head spinning orgasm. "Oh fuck me..." I groaned. I could hear the wetness of my cunt as I was being pounded by him. This is what I needed, to be fuck relentlessly. I needed a good, hard slamming that never seemed to end, and that's what he was giving me. I wanted to be used as his fuck toy, to.