" I reached out and grasped her hand. "I reallyappreciate it and, well, I was wondering if maybe..." I didn't get tofinish as I felt a hand sliding up...my leg under my dress. "Hey!" I triedto step away and pull my dress off Jan's arm but the door blocked my pathto one side and Terri was too close on the other."Oh, come on, show me those pretty panties." She reached again but Imanaged to keep her out from under my dress barely."You look like you are certainly going to have your hands full. It wasn't long before I stood between her legs, and watched her finger her pussy. I stroked my cock as I watched. Nothing is hotter, let me tell you, then watching a woman finger or toy her own pussy. While she rubbed the pink, I fucked the stink. My cock was in her tight asshole, and I pounded away. This must have turned her on, because as I worked away, she was rubbing her pussy faster, screaming that she wanted to cum We didn't care if the other party goers heard us. As far as I was. WHY?I've been stoping here for ten years or more, so the cries of "Amanda's back" did not surprise me. and soon I was on it, on the thick and comfortable mattress, that I had forgotten that I had put in the back of my truck, legs back to my ears as the gang-bang assembled.I'd been thrown onto the mattress on my back, my legs were pushed over a set of shoulders and a cock rammed up me, no preparation just straight in. Various activities in the apartment kept us busy a good part of the time. Much of her time was in her kitchen, or attending to our clothes… and, as I said, she seemed to derive great satisfaction from seeing her blouses and my shirts neatly ironed, and now she was not at all shy about hanging my shirts in what had not become ‘our’ closet. A large portion of my work was on the computer, and she would drift by behind me, padding about our apartment in her bare feet like a contented kitten and.