“Who was that?” “A buddy, he was letting me know that they are gonna play beer pong later and wanted to know if we wanted to join them. I told ...im that we might play. He is going to let me know when he gets back.” “Okay, now, when are you going to show me what you said last night?” I knew then that that was my cue that she really wanted to do something. I turned over on my side and I started to kiss her and started to rub her side and stomach. When I do this she starts to coo in my ear and. Claim her back as his own bitch for sure.He licked me a few more times making my clit hard and climbed up on my back. He found his mark quickly. His cock was dripping as he shoved it into me. This felt so much better than my loving husband earlier tonight. This dog was reminding me I was his, and that's what I wanted to be. I needed to find a way to keep doing this with him. His cock was swelling and he was trying to get more in my pussy. My husband said I felt loose. That was the reason. That. Because you're stuck. Because I got you raped. Because you have to repeat your senior year." Her words were laced with guilt and sadness; clearly, this had been on her mind a lot lately.Traci sat and thought about Deanna's words. Long and hard. "I can't stay mad," she finally said in a hushed tone. "No matter how much I want to hate you for what happened, I can't." She wiped a tear from her own eye. "I mean, it wasn't completely your fault, you know. I went along with it!" Yeah,. Crazy friend started stripping and in an instant we were all stripping and smoking and dancing around the living room as loud music blasted. It was such a liberating feeling. My bass player friend lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom and threw me on his bed. I was laughing squirming around as the music still blared, loving the sensation of being naked on the bed sheets. Crazy friend ran in after us and both of them leaned over me on the bed. The bass player started squeezing my breasts.