I’m done with this conversation. I’ll call you some other time.”I hung up the phone. I couldn’t believe Tracy had fucked Matt. Part of it m...de me mad. Part of it turned me on. I walked inside and continued upstairs to my room. At the same time, Parker walked out of the bathroom.“Bump?” I asked.“Sure!” Parker answered as he followed me into my room.I grabbed the bag and cut two lines on my nightstand. I snorted one and then stepped back to let him have his turn. Parker was tall -. I realized that all my attention was on being able to see through the blouse, I had done up the shirt far too high. While he made my Tequila Sunrise, I undid the top button so he could have a better view if he still wanted it when he came back. He did. He started asking me chit chat question and the whole time he was looking down my blouse for cleavage and through the blouse for nipples. My reflection in the mirror behind the bar clearly showed that in the light at the bar how much cleavage I. John could only bring himself to nod in affirmation He had never really considered himself well endowed, his cock always seemed a little too thick to him. But the woman seemed pleased with it as it jutted up from his lap, the head red, dully reflecting light. She gave it an approving nod before standing in front of John. Behind her John could see that the other couple had got bored of just using hands. The woman, her robe now on the floor, had climbed into his lap and was riding his cock with. It couldn't stop. They needed to be seen. They needed men. They needed cock. They needed cum. Amy's tits were drowning in an endless pool of swirling desire, weighing her down more and more as she remained blissfully unaware of the results of her overdose. Her conscious mind had quickly been overwhelmed with the blazing brilliance of the more than thirty doses of irresistible transformative power that filled her body full to bursting, beyond bursting, immediately washing away Amy's.