It flexed again. "It's like it's alive," she observed. "Have you named it? Like, Big Ben, or The Incredible Bulk?"I burst into laughter. Where did she...get these ideas? "No. I haven't named it."With a soft, exploratory squeeze, Keira announced, "Then I will."I waited. Names passed through my mind, Thor, The Punisher, The..."We'll call it Fred," she announced."Fred?" Yup. It's a Fred." With a remarkable grin, Keira tugged the waist of my boxers down saying, "Hey, Fred, come out and play."Damn she. ”“Oh Jon!” I said. “I’ve never felt so full in my life. Ilove his cock. I want to cum on it again and again. Iwant to be his slutty whore.” The idea that Jon couldonly see me from the waist up was a turn on for me. Istarted fucking Dave back as hard as he was fucking me. Then Dave told me he was about to cum. I startedscreaming, “Fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER! Fill me with yourcum in front of my husband. Show him what a slut I am!Fill my cunt with you cum!” Oh my god! Did I say cunt? I’ve never used. Tonight was not the night. I lost five hundred playing three card poker and video poker. I could not hit a winning hand. The problem was that when I was ahead, I did not quit but overextended myself. As midnight approached, I got on Arizona route 238 and headed to the I-10. The road was desolate and pitch dark. I switched on the high beams and continued to drive home. After about six miles, my bright lights picked up a solitary figure. It was a woman dressed in dirty western clothes. I pulled. ”She appeared with her backpack, cheeks flushed, and zoomed out to join me in the hallway, closing the door behind us. She shoved her key in the lock and turned it, engaging the deadbolt, and then she was ready to go."Roommate giving you a hard time?” I couldn't help asking with a chuckle.“I do the same thing to her. We're both really nosy,” she said by way of answer.“Did you pack pajamas?” I asked as we got to the car and I unlocked the doors, hearing the familiar double beep of the alarm.