My Helen was a slim, pretty blond: the two of them hit it off immediately and were definite eye candy for Tim and I. Since that first day we spent an ...nordinate amount of time together especially on the weekends and sexual innuendos and suggestive behavior was the norm for the four of us. Helen and I loved it. We had always enjoyed sexy couples and used them to spice up our own fantasies and enhance our sex life. We had been imagining fucking others and role playing like this even before we. " I admitted."Come over."She put the phone down. She had to be thirty, around my own age, older than I liked, she had smaller tits than I liked, I liked brunettes with green eyes not blue eyed blondes, I did not fancy her at all, really, I thought as I pulled my decent shirt and jacket on and set off to walk the few hundred yards to her place.The door was open, no need for keys.She was waiting in the kitchen, dressed in a short black dress, jewels sparkled from her ear rings and necklace, she. Things were going well, but arrogance always revenges itself...I lost the next round, and the next and the next ... So I lost in about less than 10 minutes, my shirt, pants and socks.Sitting down again, hands in my lap to conceal my growing hard on, my briefs were a bit too small to conceal everything and the more I felt ‘dicky’ wanting to peak its head out, the harder it became.The ladies seemed to have a lot of fun with it, and the next round Bipasha lost and finally she took something of and. Ben scanned the area carefully, looking for any danger that may be lurking inside however the only things he could see were rusty, old tin cans that were scattered along the floor. Faded promotional pictures from the old world hung from the wall and looted cash registers remained open. As they both took in the sights of it all, they couldn’t help but imagine what this store must’ve been like before the bombs fell. “Right Becky,” Ben started. “You take the aisles closer to the door and I’ll take.