I let out a moan."Oh yes. Oh yes." Just wait."He continued like this for a few minutes, my prick drooling onto my bed."Get on your back again."I rolle... over. He went to the duffel he'd brought and got out some Vaseline. I guess he planned this. He rubbed some on his boystick, some on my hole, and pressed the head against me as he held my legs up, placing them on his shoulders."I know I'm pretty big, so I'll go slow."He pushed his cockhead in. He wasn't that thick, so it slipped in easily,. No stress. A lot of fucking, obviously. There had been pillow talk.“We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We. The director started yelling CUT, CUT as they were not going according to the script but the girls were totally in their own zone now and they didn’t have any idea there was anyone else around them and just kept going at each other as they have wanted to do for so long.They worked their way to the other bed on the set as the “patient” started stroking his cock watching the spectacle going on in front of him.The girls were careful to not take off their sexy black lingerie and stockings as it. ' The mother superior is First to open hers.She begins to blush, And then, after staring At it for a moment, leans To the other nun and in A soft brogue whispers:"What part did you get?"God Loves Drunks too!There's a pounding on the door.The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push."Not a chance," says the husband, "its 3:00 in the morning!"He slams the door and returns to bed."Who was that?" asked his wife."Just some drunk.