’ ‘Do you run?’ ‘Yes, regularly.’ ‘Why don’t you join me in the morning?’ ‘I’d love that – say 7:30?’ ‘Say 5:15 from my apar...ment. We run six miles and then it’s my breakfast treat at the Old Immigration Wharf.’ ‘I can manage six miles and I can manage a cooked breakfast but 5:15? That’s torture.’ ‘Well, if it’s…’ ‘I’ll be there – I have your address, noted from your wallet which I nosed through when you were taking a nap after fire hosing me.’ ‘You nosey bitch.’ ‘Yes, aren’t I? You didn’t use. Well, richer than the rest of you. Let me pay,” Eva offered, “and that way, I can make sure that you’re all stuffed and sauced before we have our orgy.”“Sounds like a very good plan to me, at least,” I laughed as I enjoyed her hands and Megan’s on me.“Sign me up, too,” Megan winked at me before letting her tongue dance with mine.“Going native, I see,” I teased her.“Yes, well, the best French kiss is between the thighs, you know, and that can come later, as can we,” Eva told us with a lustful. Grover was a nice guy, if excitable (like the Muppet, hence the nickname)who was known as, and razzed for being, a gentleman. He was also knownfor having a huge penis, which brought him some girls. Grover was also aMAJOR clothes horse, so he had two full length mirrors in his room. Healways liked to perfect his look before going out. As Andrew sneaked down the hall, Cheryl sighed and, looking one last timeat the picture, threw it in the trash. She slumped back on the bed tocry again.So. I wanna do your cunt, too."Denise dropped down. She felt her tits hanging heavily as they swelled. Her pussy-lips felt like inflated balloons, tight with hot blood and fuck-tension. She turned her ass up, shoving her cunt in the man's face. The pussy juice dribbled down her legs. Suddenly, she was so excited she could hardly breath."Mmm, what a pussy," the man growled, his teeth gnawing on her cunt slabs, tugging on her silky cunt hairs. "Beautiful!" He forced the hairy pussy flaps apart,.