As Cynthia’s nipple hardened under my thumb’s ministration I started to get this feeling that something was wrong. The sense of wrongness was forg...tten when Cynthia reached between our bodies, into my undies, and wrapped her hand around my semi-hard cock. She freed my cock from my undies and pumped up and down to get me harder. Satisfied that I was hard enough Cynthia guided my cock between her legs. My cock slid against her silk panties – the silk was new; she normally wore cotton.Cynthia. She carried in a separate bag a pair of 6-inch high heel platform shoes to wear at the party. She looked so hot; but my pride kept me from saying I'd like to go along with her. After all, that wasn't how we played the blame game.While she was gone, I watched some Christmas movies I'd rented for the evening. I was very lonely. I went to bed and tried to wait up for her. I'd doze off and on and would check the clock. Finally, at 4 a.m., I heard loud laughter in our driveway. I looked out and saw. He was naked and covered in sweat, which caused his athletic body to glow in the flickering light from the television. The room smelled of sex.He heard the toilet flush and breathed a heavy sigh as he waited for his partner to return. Ricki Strickland stepped out into the bedroom and smiled at him. The blonde bombshell's dark blonde hair was sweaty and matted against her shoulders. She was completely naked. Nervously she seemed to try to cover her small but purky boobs and the unkempt mess of. .we get into my place and sit on the sofa you climb on top of me so your boobs are in face you then take my hands down to your bum while I grip it tight and pull it towards me, I feel the wetness of your pussy and pull your frenchies to the side and start to finger your now very wet pussy from behind you moan into my ear screaming my name, you then unzip my pants and pull my very hard cock out and start to move your hand up and down while I'm still fingering your pussy.You slowly slide down to.