I can continue this story if people like it. Thanks for reading, Enjoy! _____________________________________________________________________________..._________ Her apartment smelled of fabric softener, Om Nagchampa incense, and sweet cannabis. The balcony doors were all open and the heat of his anxiousness steadily seeped out into the tropical January night chill. She was wearing less than usual, this was the first time he had ever seen her shapely long legs. His eyes traced their way from her. Uncle please have a seat, I will just join you, my hair is a bit wet. I noticed she had a towel on her head and guessed she had a nice bath. It was almost nine o clock.She had changed and came wearing a similar attire as afternoon. A skirt and blouse but this time a sleeveless one with buttons in the center and it was accentuating her figure like anything. She came and sat with me on the sofa and we were chatting inane mundane things,just when the bell rang and it was the pizza boy. I. She risked a quick glimpse.Sawyer was half out of his seat, reaching for his friend- but frozen in place. Watching her.Zack was only a few feet back. He visibly focused on breathing- on calming down.And that scared her more than the anger. Punishments that were thought out were always infinitely worse than acts committed in the heat of the moment.Her frightened eyes met Sawyer's for an instant before she focused on the floor. Before a song started automatically in her head and everything became. He reaches to the nightstand next to the bed and opens the drawer. He grabs the lubricant they keep there and she fills him flip the cap open. She then feels him lift his cock and she feels the cool lubricant splash onto her crack and run down all the way to her pussy. She then feels him stroke himself, assuming he is lubing his prick with more lubricant.Then she feels him scoot down a little. She feels her ass cheeks spread and feels the cool air on her asshole. But it doesn't stay cool long,.