Just like that, me and you having him for a while, together. No jealousy, no fighting, no bad feelings between us”“But, and if doesn’t like it, ...andra?”“We just need to tell him about it and see his answer, Nicky…”For some reason I still don’t know, he managed to accept. And we went to make an agreement to ‘share’ him as long as we wished. He wasn’t too sure of a long-term relationship and we weren’t willing for a fight that could cause damage to our friendship. And if there was one girl I. Spurt,spurt, spurt. I could feel him throbbing against the inside of my mouth and my tongue. Thick wads of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Trying to swallow and breath caused my throat to contract, pulling at the knob lodged there, milking it. I was getting out of breath. I slowly backed off, sucking and licking every last juice off that beautiful shaft. He looked down at me as I licked the remaining cum from my lips. "Come"He took my coat off the back of the chair and handed it. He laughs softly, pulling his fingers from my pussy and putting them to his lips, tasting me on them. I gasp as I watch him suck my juices from his fingers; I've never seen anything so sexy. I reach down and unzip his jeans, pulling his big, thick, hard cock out and stroking it. "I want you inside me, Charlie," I whisper. He grabs my hips and lifts me up slightly to maneuvre his cock in line with me. Looking at me he says, "Now remember you need to be quiet, bitch." He pulls me down onto him. He watches as you slide your middle finger down along one wet pouting lip then up the other. Then reaching down to where they meet at the base and pressing between, your lips parting to the pressure as you drag your finger between, so slowly, upward, sliding easily in the wetness, to the top, up and over your clit, where you linger, circling. Your other hand cups your breast as you pinch your very hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. You look at him as you moan.You watch as he takes a tube.