Craig was a good head and shoulders taller than I was, with an athletic build and a square jawline. He turned most women’s heads. Over and above thi..., he was charming, articulate and had the sense of humour to keep one occupied without distraction. The French restaurant he took me to was one of our favourites, having often gone there when he was in town. We sat reminiscing about days gone by, recalling the day that we met at the ridiculously boring party a friend of his had thrown and how we. I went through multiple, wildly intensifying orgasms that left me sweaty, shaky and panting for breath each time. Yet still wanting more. Talk about over-sexed!“He fucks me all night up at Clear Lake! And licks my cunt between fucking! Sometimes I come so hard I pee all over!”“Wow… ” Amy breathed.“Last time he used this peach-flavored lubrication and two vibrators, one in my pussy and the other up my asshole, and I about went insane!”“I can’t stand it!”“Then he fucked me in front of the TV. “I’m sorry, Annie, but I just have to do this,” she whispered.And she pulled the front of her costume down, letting her large breasts bounce free - so much bigger than mine, but still firm and well-formed. I couldn’t help staring, taking in the dark nipples and the large areolae. With one hand, she rubbed and squeezed at them, her other hand still playing with her pussy.I felt I ought to say something.“You’ve got a great body, Abi,” I whispered.“Oh Annie, that’s sweet of you,” she said. “I wish. Livid, she tilted her head back and guzzled the rest of her sweet tasting wine in one quick motioned fell swoop. Announcing, ‘I’m going to the effing bar to get something a bit more powerful’. He waived her away without a hint of remorse. With his back to the bar sitting at the table, and her back to him as she approached the bartender, she figured it was time to break out the heavy alcohol to drown her sorrows quickly and effectively. Summoning to the bartender that she would like a.