She shoved my cock into her mouth and proceeded to give me one great blow job.“Tell me when you are about to cum,” she pleaded.“I’m going to c...m,” I said after a few minutes. My drunk friend slipped off her panties and turned her back to me, her hands on the countertop next to her friend, who was still being pummeled by the guy behind her.I rammed my cock into the shaved and very wet pussy in front of me, as my partner grabbed the hand of her friend standing next to us.The guy next to me. You know I don't like being ordered around by a bitch." he held me close to his side and rested my head on his shoulder. "When did you guys have sex?" I looked up at him. "Back when she was eleven. And a hell of a lot nicer." he replied with a deep blush coloring his cheeks. Then I remembered that was around the time she started dressing like a slut and bragging about all the guys she fucked and got numbers from. I guess she turned into a whore for sex for mom and dad didn't have the money to. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love,. "He grinned. "Oh I'm not finished yet. My father massaged your sore pussy lips all those years ago and I wondered if I would ever get my turn at the vagina that I wanted to kiss and fondle and make love to the most." He started to push two fingers into her vagina as he kissed his way down to her breasts and gently licked around the areola and nipple of each one before he took each succulent mound into his mouth and sucked gently. "And now that I have got that chance," Roger added momentarily.