She appreciated that, and she loved every single orgasm we tenderly gave herThen February 14 rolled around. Valentine’s Day.Brianna decided to go to...a V-Day party for singles. Even though she was in a seven-year relationship with me. And even though I let her make love with my boyfriend as often as she wanted during the difficult adjustment of no longer having a boyfriend all of her very own.She wanted a boyfriend of her own again, which I completely understand. And a Valentine’s Day party for. “We won’t be using lube,” he informed me.“What… please, you have to,” I pleaded.“Fuck you, you whore. You begged for my dick and now you’ll suffer the consequences,” he barked.As I nervously glanced upward, I saw three guys standing at the cubicle entrance. I instantly realised that two of them were guys whom I had spurned on former visits. The salacious looks on their collective faces left me in no doubt that they were enjoying what was happening.I once again began to whimper my protests. Our hands brushed against each and then against each others cocks. I went to the bedroom door and closed it quietly. I heard my parents talking as they ate lunch on the balcony near my bedroom window. Rob and I peeled each others clothes off. We stood looking at each others bodies as our cocks pulsated with blood in rhythm with our pulses. Both our cocks were oozing precum which just oozed off the end and dropped onto the carpet. We were both wise eyed. Our naked bodies slowly embraced and the. She blushed and told me that she must be ready and she thinksshe needed a towel. I took the panties and placed them inmy pocket and we finished our desserts and moved to the car. We walk out to the car which is in a dark corner of a publicparking lot. After we get to the car, we exchange a long passionatekiss, as my hand slowly explores the soft curves of her body.After I catch my breath, I tell her I have plans for her. Shelooks at me with questions in her eyes. I explain as I gotto the.