“You are so obviously not a party girl,” Riley went on. I sat back. “When a party girl says tomorrow morning, she means sometime after noon—pr...ferably not too soon after.”“This from a party girl?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“Not me, but I’ve got friends. Weekends you don’t call them before noon. You don’t know if she’s even gotten to bed yet. Or at least to sleep.”I couldn’t argue with that and let her sway my enthusiasm for setting things up right away. Instead we turned to the computer.“How. ’ Mark hesitated. ‘Would Lisa be expected to – contribute?’ ‘Participate, you mean?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Not necessarily. But – well, you know.’ ‘Yes, I think so. I’ll get back to you.’ Mark decided to wait for a timely moment to broach the subject with Lisa. His caller had been Andrew, chief motivator of the local Neighbourhood Watch scheme, a loose-knit coalition of people who agreed to keep a wary eye on any activity that might threaten the security and general well-being of their upper-middle-class. "Fuck you Tammy! Right now I just wanna fuck! Open your fucking legs so I can eat that pussy that seems to have my man all flustered!" Tammy hesitated but could tell by the look on Sasha's face that this bitch means business. She went back to sucking Mike's cock,(who was still looking confused about the whole ordeal.)All three began to moan as the pleased each other. Tammy couldn't help but notice what a fantastic pussy licker her bf was. She opened her legs wider to let Sasha go deep inside. The way he interacted with Lily, your housemate, was proof of this. They were purely friends, but he didn't seem able to stop himself from flirting, or touching her, not overtly sexually, but definitely like he was trying to initiate something. She flirted back in fairness, friendly flirting, but she'd broken up with her boyfriend recently, and had told you that even while he comforted her he did it like he was trying to pick her up. He just loved women, and 9 times out of 10 they seemed to.