Both John and Steph were too near the edge to say anything, their bodies now in the middle of a special moment in time, and so just carried on. Their...eyes hardly able to open fully, their minds focused on the primitive urges inside. Monica took the fact that her friends hadn’t stopped almost as an invitation and she slowly, curiously walked closer to see the show. Steph was now repeating her husbands name, over and over, in a murmoured whisper, as an urge to keep going. Then, Sheph moaned out. Mike, or rather Black Daddy Cock Master (I don’t know where that came from, it shot out of my mouth while he was shooting his second load in me and he loved it, so I have to call him that know) fucked me beyond bitchhood the night before, three times, three loads of as he called it, his superior Black seed. I fell asl**p after his third and I was surprised to find my Black Daddy Cock Master asl**p beside me. Oh God, I was being some kinda slutty bitch! After he woke up I was on my knees. "Fucking hell!" she gasped before giggling "That was a huge load!" Probably because that was a great tit wank!" I replied with a grin.Bridget still hadn't stopped tit wanking me, and after a few seconds, she leant forward and gave my cock a big suck, cleaning up most of my cum.Then she finally stopped, and stood up, before asking me "So, happy now?" "Oh yes!" I replied grinning from ear to ear."So, do you want to make me happy now?" she asked"Okay" I replied"Great!" grinned Bridget, and then. We don't get to see each other as often as we used to, but this weekend I have him all to myself. He turns over in his sleep and his arm falls across my belly. The heat between my legs flares more strongly. I take his hand and guide his fingers down to my swollen lips. His fingers slide through my folds. "Wow… You're really wet." I hear his muffled voice, sleepy against the pillow. "Mmmmhmmm… It's for you..." My best friend laughs softly and tugs his hand away. I try to guide his hand back but.