I felt his fingers move over my pubic mound and trace a line down between my legs and between my pussy lips easing them apart as his hand moved lower....I stepped back away from his touch. 'None of this is part of the deal. You want more, you pay for it!' He just laughed and unzipped his fly. 'Take it out and get to work'. He demanded. I put my hand inside his trousers and found his hard cock and pulled it out. It was about 7 inches or so long and thick and I remembered how I had felt it pushing. Harder”. Almost screaming the words in time with my strokes- push in “Fuck me”,push in “Fuck me”, “harder, harder”. Then it was as if a time bomb went off, she was bucking back at me so hard I was scared my cock would be pushed out of her pussy or I would slip off her onto the floor. I concentrated on pushing my cock in as far as it would go and just trying not to slip out. Fuck her, fuck her. “Fuck me” “fuck me,” ”ugh”,ugh” “ugh’. We were fucking so hard she could no longer talk, just grunting. She smiled at me. Then Jean said she was going to go and Caroline showed her out, when she came back we fell into each others arms and began kissing, as I kissed her I was feeling her tits and she was moaning. suddenly the door opened, and there was Jean. I said to Caroline "You didn't lock the door did you", and she looked embarrassed and said "No".As we were in a clinch with my hand on Caroline's tits, Jean stood and looked gobsmacked. I said "Come over here" and Jean walked over to us. I. He needs to come grovel at your feet, Island Girl. He screwed up royally." She tapped the table with a long, tapered nail to make her point. "It's been two days; he's taking too long to start the groveling." "Good to have you on my side, Chi-town," Lani said with a small smile. How a girl from Honolulu had become best friends with one from Chicago, she'd never quite know, but she'd always be grateful. "I guess it was just . . . a misunderstanding. That first weekend . . . it was so intense, but.