" And downed the glass.John walked to his cabinets and grabbed a plate, then set two slices of pizza on it, filled his glass with coke, and headed to ...he living room. He flipped on the TV, and turned on his computer as he ate. As soon as his computer booted up, he logged into Facebook. Immediately, he got a message from his college roommate, Mark."I got some good news." Mark wrote."Me, too, actually. I passed the GRE." John replies."Congrats." Mark replied. "I got engaged."John nearly choked on. I pulled it, the journal, and began looking through it. The woman, that smile, I thumbed through it hearing the drone of his conversation in the background. It didn't take long before I saw why he didn't want us looking through it. The woman on the first page, was featured throughout. On each successive page she had on fewer and fewer clothes until she was in panties, and a bra with thigh high stockings and a garter belt. She was smiling at the camera with one hand between her legs. She reached for the sponge and squeezed on some of her shower gel and worked it up into lather by rubbing it over herself. The sweet, subtle smell of her honey and milk shower gel filled the bathroom as she washed. She washed her body down and then went back and started to rub the sponge slowly over her large breasts, making her nipples stand up. She reached a hand up and squeezed her nipple hard between her thumb and finger; she couldn’t prevent the soft groan from escaping her lips. She. "I eased back, letting my cock slide out of her until just my head was inside. Just as she started to relax, I pushed forward again, filling her, making her gasp, forcing the air out of her. I drew it out again, pushed it back inside, long-stroking her slowly, looking her in her eyes as she realized she was being fucked."Are you okay?" Yes ... just ... go slow ... like that." "You feel so good. You're wet." Are you ... going to cum ... in me?" I want to. Is that okay?" Yes ... I haven't had cum.