Then again, this was a completely different situation. Before Peaches could brace herself, Honey knocked her to the floor and expertly tied her hands ...nd feet. Confused, Peaches looked to her friend. Honey was now naked from the waist down and grinning like the Cheshire cat. “What … what are you doing?” Peaches asked, trying not to think about the ever increasing wetness between her legs. “Mmm … you got me all horny, pet. Now, remedy that.” She commanded, shoving Peaches face into her. “Oh, fuck.” I could only moan at that time. “You are a beautiful slut, Jennifer. You are a very dirty woman, who fucks with her friend’s son. Now tell me you want me to fuck you,” Adam whispered into my ear. “Yes, I’m a dirty woman, and you are very, very dirty young man. I want you to fuck me hard,” I replied, being dirty with him. Adam spanked my ass hard, and then guided his cock inside my pussy. I grabbed tightly onto the kitchen counter. Adam fucked my pussy with his cock, and my ass. He fucked her like that for a while, but it was awkward so he pushed a couple of pillows under her pelvis to raise her ass up. That was much better. He worked himself into a nice rhythm, his fingers digging into her thighs for grip, his waist grinding into her relentlessly. Occasionally he would reach under her and finger her pussy, not for her pleasure, of course, but for his own. She cried and complained through the whole ordeal. “Don’t worry, Chrissy,” he said, “it’ll all be over soon. "He wasn't my boyfriend. Josh was my best friend and that was better. Way better! I'd seen what boyfriends were like. My mom had gone through a lot of them, like a dozen, I bet, and all they ever wanted to do was have sex with her. Oh, yeah, sometimes they liked to hang out and go to a movie, go dancing or whatever, but I knew Mom never trusted those guys. Not really. She didn't talk to them, not like me and Josh talked. We could talk about anything because we were friends. I loved him. I could.