“J” we both said in unison.“J” was our nerdy bestie, our third wheel of choice on the tricycle of our almost-acknowledged ménage. None of us...are models—not even close. We’re distinctly average at best. But we’re some sexy motherfuckers, if I do say so myself. We … like … sex … a lot. And “J” is the sexiest of us, always ready with a really quality, yet sly, dirty observation that will have us in stitches. Sexy for us is attitude, and we’ve got buckets full, though you wouldn’t know that. With each assault he could feel Jenna's reaction. Each time he rammed her, her body would shudder, her eyes roll in her head, and her mouth gape open as she screamed.And each time she screamed, he would jam his manhood into her softness even harder than before.What did Jenna scream?The words all women scream when they don't want to play anymore. Words like:"Please." "Stop." No." "Don't." Let me go." "I'm Sorry."But Johnson couldn't hear these words.Jenna had no strength left. No power left. No. "Vat's goink on?" Anika suddenly complained from the other room. "I can't put my finger on it, but somethink ist funny. Vat are you visperink about?"Brenda froze, and so did Adrian. But Brenda managed to stroke her toes up and down Adrian's boner while he held it firmly in place for her. "Oh, nothing," Brenda said loudly to Anika. "We're just talking about the weather."Anika glared at her. "The veader, huh? Vell, if it's so interestink, speak up so I can hear you." She couldn't put her finger. Soon, we were discussing sexual pleasure for the senior set. I figured we'd keep it at that, along with some small talk. Little did I know that alcohol opened his mouth a great deal. I began to take advantage of that opportunity, and asked how he deals with his sexual urges. He walked over to his entertainment center, opened a cabinet, and there were dozens of X-rated DVDs. He also has WiFi in his house (as do I), and we discussed adult sites we'd enjoyed over the years. Well, enough alcohol.