” * When I got over to Meggie's house the next day she answered the door dressed in her business suit. She hadn't changed yet after getting home f...om work. Her suit consisted of a navy blue jacket and matching knee-length skirt over a white skivvy which was stretched deliciously over her boobs. "Come in," she said, "and get those clothes off right now." "Of course," I replied, taking off my shoes and socks, then pulling my t-shirt over my head to reveal the pigeon-chest and beer-belly that. I wanted her hands to return back to their rightful place. I tried to snap out of this foolishness and avoid her but that didn't work. She always seemed to find a reason to touch me in such a sensual way that it left me in a state of hazed arousal. The caresses on my hand, pulling my hair away from my eyes as she spoke to me, and the way she would touch my ear when admiring the jewelry that was hanging from it. I never wanted to do anything with a woman before and it scared me how much I. She can't stand the thought of being taken again and again, and yet the idea of being desired by so many hard cocks, each waiting their turn, hardens her nipples to the point of soreness. The black guy reaches around, holding Stacy by her slender waist, her arms still tied behind her back(which rests against his chest) and begins lifting her up and down on his cock. The feel of his strong hands, the fact that she's so helpless to stop it, the pleasureful thickness of his hard cock inside her. “How would you feel if we just had a quiet evening back at the Warehouse this evening? Maybe make some Pizza’s and crash with a good film and maybe some good conversation. We can wait until everyone has finished dinner duty and have some downtime.” Jon asked Jane and Fiona.“That actually sounds like a great idea, we can just chill and get in our Pj’s,” Fiona said.“I agree, would you mind if I ask Pete and Sara as well, Chrissy won’t feel so bad about leaving them then,” Jane asked.“Sometime.