This is the sports fan who made a bet that she could distract me while I was watching football. I told her that buying a vibrator was cheating. I neve... did see the end of the game.And now, somehow, this is the girl who is spooned in front of me in our bed, naked and soft, warm and sleepy, her dark hair sprawling over our pillows.I can't see her eyes, but I know they glitter wetly, mirrors of her happiness.She pushes slightly towards me as I climb in, welcoming me to share the space with her,. As much as anything, I thought that the wine in his system that I could still smell on his breath was ample evidence of that. He spun me round and forced me face down over the table, breasts and tummy pressing against the cold wood, and forced my legs apart. His hand moved between my legs, and, when I felt four fingers curled upwards against my swollen little pussy, I gasped as I realised in horror that in all likelihood my knickers would still be wet from the terrific seeing-to I had received. She’d barely reached around to cup another girl’s breasts in her hands when someone jerked her skirt down, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. “Ooo! Dirty girl!” A voice rang out behind her, followed by a hard smack on her ass. Helen sucked one of Adam’s balls hard, pulling back until it slipped from her lips with a slurp. She then stood up to pull her panties down. “Go Helen! It’s your birthday!” “Fuck that big dick!” “Get that cock, birthday girl!” Rachel let go of Adam’s cock as Helen. She finally got him awake, removed the bed covers, and crawled on top of him. His cock sprang into action, and soon it had entered the cave I had warmed up for him. He fucked her hard, and I could hear her say, "this is the day to make a little Matt" as he shot her cum into cunt. I went back to my room, and jacked off. The next morning Barb had prepared breakfast. As Heather and Matt entered the dining room, Barb said softly to Heather, "you look like hell. Matt really worked you over,.