As he pulled up the coverlet, he wondered, was he doing the right thing? Was he right to do this to her? He waited for her to come, but silence reined...the house. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed down the coverlet and walked out. ***** Jamila stared at the frame in her hand. The woman’s hair was long and wavy, so black that people had once called her Black Raven. She was laughing while flinging herself to a man a foot taller than her. He had the richest brown hair, so much so that it. I could feel her shaking and quivering in my arms. When she came down, her breathing was hard in my ear as she panted out the words, "Well, that certainly wasn't my usual Monday morning."A bolt of panic shot through me. "Monday! Oh shit, I gotta go, babe." I rolled her off me with a kiss and leaped out of the bed. She let out a slight whimper as I moved away from her and I felt a pang of guilt for leaving so quickly after cum blasting her face. I was torn between staying in bed with Steph and. I couldn't believe it! They were fucking on our Girls' Night! I actually wasn't too pissed and surprising was getting a bit turned on. Since I had no one to fuck, and I didn't want to be some sad, pathetic loner and masturbate to my friends in the next room, I decided to go for a walk and cool down for a bit. As I stepped outside, I was reminded of how late it was. It was so dark even with the street lights. The apartment had a playground and a little pond filled with ducks. I thought it would. Beads of sweat were forming in the small of my back, trickling down my butt. My mind was filled with thoughts of his cock. I wanted to suck him again; I wanted him in me. My mind was lost in the desire I felt.I began rubbing my hips back and forth, my soaking pussy rubbing against his hard, constrained cock.“I feel something hard pressing up against me down there. What ever could that be?” I said, with a wicked, playful grin.“Something that is in desperate need of attention, attention from.