It must be Rachel. She was staying with me for the weekend. She had been my best friend for years.“Come in” I shouted. She popped her head round t...e door. “Sorry, I can’t sleep. I heard your phone so I thought you’d be awake” she said.I told her to come in and regretted it instantly. I turned on the light as she walked towards my bed; she was wearing nothing but see-through pyjamas. I couldn’t help but stare. See, the truth is, I had always wanted her. No other women, just Rachel. It had all. Brad pops us some beers, saying at the same time “ I tell you what, lets just get a little drunk and forget it.” he says handing me a beer and pulling a bottle of jack out of the cooler. “Sounds good to me.” I said taking a big swig, looking for any distraction. Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me, “Here, this will wipe your hard drive.” “What?” I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle. Brad smiles a little, “it will take your mind off it” he explains. “Oh, now I get it,” taking a. He was quite a happy fucker who was enjoying his ride. He held the same position and same pace for at least fifteen minutes. She could tell the front seat had tuned them out long ago and were into the second movie. She was not happy about that. She liked to be watched. She started to talk dirty.“Fuck me, Randy... Fuck me hard... I’m a little slut... Fuck me like a slut, Randy… I like being fucked, Randy... I like your cock... You look so sexy… Your cock is so hard… Oh, my God, it’s hard… I can. Then all night slowly enjoying each other back in my bed, in all of our favorite sexual ways. When we awoke Friday morning, Vince kissed me and asked me what I wanted to do that day. “It’s the day after Thanksgiving.” I told him. “A holiday, a non-work day. A beautiful sunny day. That construction site is likely to be abandoned today.” Vince and I had found a construction site kind of far out of town. Nobody was ever around, except the construction crew, and they would be off work that day. The.