She was super hot, and had beautiful dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. I would totally fuck her if she weren't gay. The band calls her Gaymelia, which...she doesn't mind. It's odd, though. They call her "GAY-melia," but her name isn't pronounced "AY-melia." It's pronounced "UH-melia." But I digress.I think over what Jenna just said, and see Becca looking at me from across Jenna's head. She was quickly nodding her head, waiting for me to take my chance. I hatched my plan and started walking to. When we arrived, she pushed me down onto her couch. I tried to pull her down on top of me but she placed a hand my chest and gave me a firm push, knocking me back into its soft cushions. Before I could recover I heard soft music begin to fill the room. The beat was primitive and sensuous. It sounded a bit like a popular dance track, but I couldn't quite place it. She began to move and dance, twisting her body in time with the music. I sat entranced as she began to touch herself as she. She looked into my eyes, as if asking my permission before pushing it off my body to leave me naked. Chloe stood up once I was nude and began to undress. I had one eye on her as I started to tease my clit and the other on the back seat. Steph too was naked but the couple were no longer simply grinding together, they were fucking. Chloe lowered the zip to her top, reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and unfastened her jeans. I was teasing my clit hard and fast, desperate to cum, hearing. “I can’t let people stop paying rent and I can’t let people dictate the security arrangements.”“Yeah,” I said, completely unsure of why we were having the conversation in the first place – let alone in the public area of a building. “Liz, this is your building. You can toss every one of these people out on their asses and I won’t say a word.”Liz sighed.“It’s not about anything you’d say,” she told me. “I know you wouldn’t ... undercut me ... in public like that. I just don’t want you thinking.