“9 Yes ... I swear ... I understand!”SMACK!“10 I swear, I promise, I understand, It’s my fault, I know, I know, I know ... I’ll be better, I...will, I promise!”Talia kept waiting for more, her bare bottom twitching, every nerve on fire.“Very well, I believe you. Don’t move, I’ll be right back” she heard him say after what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few seconds, a minute at most.Laying there, she could hear him moving around elsewhere in the apartment before returning, placing. My next step brought me to my friends bedroom door. I noticed light filtering through the crack between the door and the floor and wondered what she was still doing up at this hour. I considered knocking and asking her, but my desire to relieve myself convinced me to continue my journey. That is, until I heard a noise emerge from the room. It was a moan. At first, I thought perhaps my friend was also suffering from an overfilled bladder, but the second moan I soon heard was clearly a result of. “Got it,” she muttered, so damned cute. When I tried to grope her lovely boobs, she pushed my hands away. “Nuh-uh. Not yet.”Her face frowned in concentration, hand tugging my cock trying to straighten it. A stab of pain made me inhale sharply.Mismatched eyes glanced at me. “Sorry,” she said, grinning. “You’re too big inside the jeans. That or the jeans are too tight. Hold on.”Dismounting, she grabbed the waist. “Lift,” she instructed, then wrestled the jeans and boxers to my knees, my cock. "Put it in me!” Stacey cried from the depths of her best friend's muff. "Fuck my ass!” Adam obliged, easing gently into the tight tunnel of Stacey's wide, soft behind. She squealed and moaned and just then, Ursula came, writhing uncontrollably in the dining room chair, her knuckles white as she gripped the chair back behind her smooth, milk chocolate shoulders. Her movements had liberated her heaving, brown breasts from her slip. Misty with lusty sweat, she turned her gaze on Derek, Nick and.