Who areyou?''I live downstairs, I'm kind of a friend,' she added and Ithought that was a good description, a kind of a friend. Iwondered if she got of... with the young coffee bloke from thecaf?. 'Who are you?''I'm Angela,' Angela said brightly, 'I'm one of Allan's manyex-girlfriends. He's a bit of a shit when it comes to girls, Imust say.''Ex-girlfriend?' Jean asked and I could see her measuringAngela. 'You were his girlfriend?''Yes, so was Liz,' Angela said with a mischievous smile,pointing at. Since when were Roger and Gretchen involved in such a way? How long have they been involved? She needed more of the story because it was hard to believe Roger was sneaking around with her. So many questions rushed into Jennifer’s head.“Mmm, you have a nice cock there, Roger. Stroke it for me.” Gretchen commanded as she moaned. “You can’t hide how I turn you on. Still looking at my pussy, aren’t you? Did you enjoy how you made me squirt like that?” She giggled. “I’ve gotten your shirt all wet.. ..'Oh, she exclaimed; you see those two large windows at the top? That's where you will become mine for the first time'. She then began to move forward- he was disappointed at the promise of a kiss and then denial. She knew exactly what she was doing. She stopped, smiled at him; ''Oh yes, I remember' and embraced him in a soft kiss. 'Don't you get distracted by the other women tonight, I'm first and I intend to have more than my fair share of you!'She took him through the beautifully furnished. My own cock pulsed at the sight. Then he faced away towards the bed, dropped his underwear and lay on the bed.“I am ready when you are” he said.I quickly removed my clothes and grabbed the oil and began massaging his muscular back and shoulders. He moaned slightly with appreciation. I concentrated briefly on his neck and was able to rub my hands into his hair which was quite erotic. I could see a smile on his face so assumed he was enjoying it. I moved my hands down his back, massaging him.