Never on Sunday because she always went to church to keep up her image. She never felt like she had any sins that needed forgiveness though.The way sh... dressed you’d never realize what a great body she had but when she was riding my dick those firm tits stood out begging for attention. They had tan marks because she’d never bare them in the sun. Too bad.I had a regular girlfriend for dates and such but she couldn’t compare with Cunnie in bed, possibly because she hadn’t fucked a fraction that. “Hepzibah?” I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was the harpy in her thin, gaunt human disguise, perched on the cushions like a bird. She must have showered as well, as her stank wasn’t overpowering, but it was still noticeable.“Tommee!” she cackled and held out a half-done doob.I waved it off ... no way was I taking the chance of catching whatever nastiness she might have. Speaking of which, Monday was looking kinda pale. “You okay, buddy?” I asked.“Sure, Tommy! Never better.”. If I came upon John fucking Carol, I would kneel over them and masturbate until I came on them. John and I also had twosome sex. We would get on top of one another and rub our bodies together. A favorite would be to hold our two cocks together and stroke them until they came, dripping, on each prick. I later learned that the term for that type of sex was frottage. I loved to suck his cock, relishing in the taste and feel of it. I loved to embrace and caress John. One thing we never did was. He asked me if I can use oil, I pointed out to the almond oil bottle inside my cupboard and he got it and put little oil in his hand and started rubbing my stomach.I was feeling so relaxed and I closed my eyes. I was having a great feeling and I could not stop smiling. He was feeling comfortable and slowly moving his fingers upward and touched under my right boob. Suddenly I opened my eyes and he retracted his fingers and moved circles on the stomach again. All his movements were making me too.