”“Oh so that's why you weren't answering the door. I suppose I would have been the same. Stancia you really are enjoying being a very naughty girl...”“Oh yes, I am. I have so much time to make up. Let me move over so you two can join us.”“Now that's an offer we can't miss said Chris who placed his stick on the coffee table before divesting Sal of her dress. Well lubed Ella's impaled herself on Chris very sloppy and erect cock.Even I wasn't involved in this level of debauchery before Ella came. All the boys wanted me, the girls all wanted to be me or be my best friend, and the adults loved me but for me there was only one person. He wanted me, he was my best friend, and we loved each other. His name was Jonathan Love. (Yes, we had the same last name but we weren’t related like everyone assumed… or so we thought.) Jonathan; or Johnny, looked a lot like me. He had long wavy brown hair also with natural red and blonde highlights that I finally convinced him to cut into the most adorable. . when were you going to tell me?" "Tell you Sire? I'm not sure what you're talking about." A confused but wary Hartwell said. Derrick sighed, "Mary, Shelby, I need isolation for the following conversation!" "Yes Derrick, all communication if off, all recordings are off, all outer walls now sound proofed. You can proceed." Shelby advised him. "Again I ask when were you going to tell me. What, you think it could go on as long as it has and I not find out!? Christ Joseph we're best friends what. She was on fire! Oh my gawd!I felt Monica’s fingers on my cock. She lifted up slightly and then pushed the tip end of my manhood into her very moist pussy. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my shaft, as I slipped deeper inside of her. She gasped for a breath.“God I hope you’re on the pill,” I remarked.“I am,” she breathlessly replied, as our pubic bones met each other. Monica dug her nails into my bare shoulders and grimaced as she rocked back and forth on my lap, my tool.