I kept lying in the bed, and thinking about Ross. I got out of the bed, and went to my closet to settle my things in there, and pick out something co...fortable to wear. Suddenly the door of my room opened, and Ross came in. I didn’t say a word, but just kept looking at him. He came near me, and before I could say something, he pushed me against the wall. “Ross, what are you doing? Leave me alone,” I said, as I felt his hand on my boobs. “Are you crazy? Someone would come in,” I said, trying to. She curled her fingers around the thick shaft and started pulling, sliding the skin over the tissue underneath."A little softer, Meg," I cautioned her."Sorry," she whispered as she rested her head against my chest, watching the sheets rise and fall with her hand as she stimulated my erection. Her warm body pressed against my side. "It doesn't really feel like I expected," she told me, "I can't say what it is, though. It's nice." She rubbed her palm over the head again, sending shivers up my. She relaxed immediately as Jo stretched out naked on the bed beside her and spoke to her in that low, intimate way that women have between themselves.Paulo was similarly tall and athletic and tanned, with wavy light brown hair and hazel eyes. Ann decided she loved him too, but for different reasons. He was a sexual athlete, familiar with women’s bodies and determined to make her come. “As if that would be hard to do” she thought to herself as she writhed in sexual frenzy. His busy tongue had. Then I wrap my fist around his shaft (he’s so thick my fingers don’t touch, but I do the best I can) and pump it up and down. I now have several of his fingers in my mouth, and I’m sucking on them while giving him a hand job. He’s enjoying the sensations, moaning a little, with a half-smile on his face. I’m about to die, wanting him to touch me too. Finally, I ask for it. “I need your fingers.” I say. “To do what?” Rick seems to like me being verbal during sex. And explicit. General innuendos.