I couldn't be arsed to look out of the window at all those posh tarts. They were all older middle-aged and desparately fighting back the onset of sagg... bodies, lined faces and the disappearance of any enjoyment from life. Laughter, forced upper class accents and insincere illusions of friendship began to drift upstairs and within my earshot. For nearly an hour I sat on her bed, bottle in hand, wishing I had stayed at home.I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, somewhat unsteadily I thought.. Jan started to rim him now and it didn’t take long for him to be hard again. She wanted to get fucked again and she got her wish. Bob pushed Jan down on the bed he pulled her legs up on his shoulders and rammed her hard. Hard but not deep. Not deeper than 5 or 5 and a half inches. Jan came first then Bob. Bill was in his room downstairs. He heard the moaning. It made him hard as a rock. He jerked himself off and came all over his boxer/briefs. Bill liked boxer/briefs because they were. ” She’d just thanked him saying, “My mother wouldn’t approve.” Her mother was dead; she should have taken him up on his offer. She wouldn’t be sitting out here in torrential rain, in a car that wouldn’t start, with clothes that were soaked and clinging to her skin. She banged on the steering wheel with the heels of both hands, gripped it, laid her forehead on the wheel and sighed. This couldn’t have happened in the lot beside her apartment on a bright sunny day? She shrieked in surprise when. I stood there, nude, and handed Bob my clothes. He told me I was hot, he loved my body, I just smiled and stood there for his enjoyment. He reached out for my pussy and found my clit. He told me to spread my legs, I did. He began fingering my pussy, I stared to shake. He was driving me crazy, fingering me and squeezing my tits. He stood up and pulled his zipper down, pulling out this 8 inch monster. He put his hands on my shoulder and I bent over, taking his cock in my hands. I slowly licked.