The small room smelled strongly of sex, making iteven harder for her to concentrate on talking to herfriend.“Well, aren’t you going to ask...” her friend said.“Ask what?” she replied trying to act ignorant of whatshe saw.“Oh, come on,” her friend said, “you were rubbingyourself when we walked out. You watched us didn’t you?”“Well, yes.” she sheepishly replied.“I don’t mind, you’re a friend. There really is a. She turned and inched herself away, trailing her fingertips across his face as she did. Ethan watched her walk across the room, leaving her overcoat behind. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped and looked back at him. He was still seated, holding the phone with the mouthpiece covered. She slowly unbuttoned the satin blouse and took it off, hanging it on the newel post before ascending the stairs. When she was halfway up she heard Ethan resume speaking on the phone. ‘We’ll have to make this. He made good progress while listening to the next songs. The contour ofthe zebra and especially the posture had worked out just fine and made himproud. He was about to start with the stripes when the next song came on.'Wannabe' began to fill the small room. That was a song he knew well andhe had turned up the volume and started to sing along. When the chorus wasdue he shouted together with the Spice Girls:"I'll tell you what I wantWhat I really, really wantSo tell me what you wantWhat you. I found my hand creeping towards that new comer, the white cock, which was much thinner than the black one fucking me, a little shorter, but not much, it looked like eight inches long, but noticeably thin dick, It did not look or feel that bad when I wrapped my fingers around it, tightened my grip, feeling it pulsating hard, as if it was dying to fuck me as well, and started playing with it, feeling its length, massaging it while being fucked same time, it kind of felt good being the center.