It was probably the same regurgitated form that he been using since about the Second World War.Glancing around the room, I noticed the usual batch of ...wenty something's. The girls decked out in the latest fashion. Hip hugging jeans designed to lay low and show a soft strip of tummy. I sighed. The guys were either wearing dopey baseball caps or sporting what I called The Starched Hair Look. A head of hair that stood up straight and tall, like a marine at attention, defying gravity. I felt odd. We were just friends, and we both worked hard to keep it just friends. But there was that attraction that couldn’t be dismissed.This particular Friday as she arrived at her normal time, I could tell something was wrong. She explained that she had pulled a muscle in her back at work and it was really hurting. We settle in our normal routine of her messing on the computer and me watching TV. As we prepared for bed, I offer to share my bed as the couch would surely make it worst. She declined the. She had big tits, which felt great when she titty-fucked me.Debbie was very thin, with little in the way of tits or ass. She had long brown hair and had a more serious temperament than Gretchen. Her stick-like figure and low weight made easy to fuck with me standing up, with her legs wrapped around my torso.I walked home, not seeing much in the way of deviant behavior, just a couple of women, less than attractive, begging for sex.When I arrived at my floor, Tammy and Tonya were standing in. The next few minutes were pretty shaky from a camerawork perspective, until I put my phone down on the back of the couch. I didn't recall doing that, which didn't surprise me. It slid down into a crease in the fabric a moment later, and the screen filled with some brass candlestick holders, sitting on the table behind the sofa. I thought I could see both of us in some of the reflections, but they were distorted and hard to make out. I zoomed in on one at the maximum resolution, and got a good.