Wet juices were running down the inside of her leg. Church did not seem like the perfect thing and we made the appropriate excuses the next week.The B...eakfast Club, as we came to call it, met from time to time, while we were stationed together, always on Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets. Jelly filled pastries were the norm along with mimosas. And we girls were filled with another kind of jelly as our pleasure omelet became more and more interesting, too.Chapter 2 The boys. I think I'm addicted to it."Vicky: "After only one night?Karla: "Oh you don't know how it feels. It's the best sex I've ever had and I never wanted it to stop. I've been craving it ever since they all left."Vicky: "Then...Why did you want me here if you want it again?"Karla: "I told you, because I don't think I can handle it all so soon again. Please Vicky? You have to help me! I'll owe you BIGTIME. You don't have to have sex with them you can just give blow jobs, you know be like my little. I kissed her again and started sucking the lips and then explored the insides of her mouth with my tongue. She was sucking saliva out of my tongue. Meanwhile her hands are playing with my cock over the pants. She unzipped my pants and the cock sprang out. She pulled the foreskin back and I let out a hiss and pressed my face deep against her so that my tongue could touch her throat. She started giving me a handjob and I started pinching her nipples. We are exploiting our mouths meanwhile.She. ”“What is there to explain? Whatever reason you had for snooping around in here, the moment I started getting it on with three dudes, didn’t you think that would’ve been the best time to – I dunno – announce yourself? Say, ‘here I am’, or something? You watched me have sex, Bill. Not even just regular sex. I got nailed by three dudes. Three!”“I saw,” he murmured with his head turned away.“Hey, no-no, you look at me.”He stayed put.“Look. At. Me.”Bill faced her.“There’s cum on the floor. Why is.