Then the door crashed open. He walked in on us, my dick deep into her ass and her breasts dripping with sweat. He froze as if he had seen something he...did not expect. Mel stopped and I pulled out. Her mouth dropped open slightly as the head of my penis caressed the rim of her ass. She stood up from the bed, her back arching and her breasts thrusting outward as if she were some dreaded animal. I watched her plump ass cross against her legs as she walked lowly towards our neighbor. His voice. The stranger rose and, carrying his amber-filled whiskey glass with him, came to Debbie's table, never glancing away. Others in the room didn't even seem to notice him though, and men who had been sizing up Debbie started to casually look elsewhere. Now Debbie looked more closely as the man reached her. His hair was straighter now, she was sure, and his frame seemed slimmer, more swimmer than football player. Even his eyes had started to take on a Asian cast to them. What the hell was going on. He pulled away momentarily for her to take the bikini top off releasing her breasts as he looked down lifting her higher and starting to kiss them all over she gasped feeling his tongue flick against her hard nipples and pushed his head harder against her chest as she wrapped her legs around him groaning slightly through her lips as she bit them. At this moment they were no longer friends, they were soon-to-be-lovers. As Debbie moved her body up and down feeling his lips against her firm. ‘Sweet Jesus’ Ben answered before lifting himself up, pulling my butt halfway up his legs and then pushing himself into me with all of his weight and all of his strength. I felt him slide deep, hitting my cervix in that one mighty shove. A short, stinging pain stopped me from climaxing right then and there, but when Ben started moving again, his movements now long and fast, not quite as deep as that first heavy thrust, I felt the first tingles of my orgasm spreading through my body. With yet.