”“Okay bud,” I replied, “It is your choice.”“I will sleep with her on my poker nights, but I want her to spend the other nights with Greg ...f you don’t mind.”“When she lives with you, I have no say in the matter bud,” I replied, “it’s up to you three to decide how you live.”Moments later, Christy and Greg came into the living room and my eyes popped! She looked amazing and so sexy. Her dress was even sexier than I had imagined and I got another instant erection.She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We spring to the back of the car and immediately start making out, hard and fast. You grab my face, and I let my hands dance all over your body, feeling every part of you. I take off my hoodie, and you undo your shirt. I splay my legs along the back seat of the car. You go on top of me and proceed to making out with me. My hands climb for the bra and swiftly undo it, exposing your beautiful breasts. My hands squeeze onto them, massaging them over and over, feeling a rush of delight. Your hands. .. well, not everything he'd imagined. Certainly not enough to relieve years of sexual frustration. The time with the hooker had been better... she hadn't been as beautiful as his Mexican beauty, but she, at least, had been animated.He lay beside her for a while, stroking her stomach, breathing in the scent of her hair. Finally he rolled off the bed and wheeled himself over to his sens-D tank. She was, after all, not just an amazingly expensive sex toy. She was his ticket to freedom.In the. He told her to relax and got between her legs. He took her hand and had her help guide his dick to her pussy, her wanted her to feel how hard he was and thought if she helped, it would be better for her in the long run. They placed the head of his dick at her opening and he looked her in the eyes, which were wide-open and looking back at him. He told her it was going to hurt when he entered her, as they needed to break through her cherry. She told him she knew that from school and begged him to.