”“Is that why you got the coffee?” he asks, trying to sound casual still even though his sister is practically throwing herself at him now. Mayb... it’s the curiosity of finding out why she is the way she is now. Maybe it’s something else, like he is scared to go that extra step toward something that he has wanted to do for the longest time.“It wasn’t intentional, I’ll say that,” she says. “I got the coffee because it was guaranteed to pull the most reluctant to the table.”“I’m not sure I. "Why don't we meet at 7 and go dancing?" I asked. She accepted without hesitation. * I picked her up at her apartment. She invited me in and introduced me to her husband. "This is my husband, Austin," she said. "Glad to meet you, Austin. My name is C.C. Just call me CC," I said and laughed. He was dumpy and wore horn-rim glasses with tape on them. He had a pocket protector that was stuffed full of pens. ‘Like he couldn't depend on only one pen? I thought. We chatted briefly and Felicity. ‘I want to feel what it’s like to get fucked by real men.’ She paused, glancing again at the second man before she turned to the man at her side. ‘I want to suck your cock,’ she murmured, unable to look him in the eye, withering under the force of his stare. Emma felt his will. ‘I want to suck both your cocks,’ she added, mumbling. ‘I want both of you to fuck me.’ That’s what it’s all about,’ the man said. He smirked, voice triumphant. He squeezed Emma’s arm, fingers tightening around her. I needed to save every drop of cum I had for Jenny this weekend.I approached Jenny's apartment uncharacteristically nervous. I had been fighting this hardon all day, but now I was as limp as a wet balloon. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it up for her.Jenny opened the door and peered at me. Her expression was difficult to read. She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either."Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?" Uh, no thanks. I'm.