In my own house! I listened outside his door to her little moans and cries and spurted come all over the floor. And this isn't tile or hard wood (no p...n intended), this is luxury Berber carpeting. I cleaned it up as best I could, but I hope he doesn't notice the stain. And they were too engrossed in each other to hear my grunts.The bastard. The lucky, lucky bastard.Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was weak,. It was pleasant conversation, but my mind waselsewhere. My shorts had been riding up on my ballsall morning, and I was having quite a bit ofdiscomfort in my crotch. It was one of those dullaches that guys get from time to time. The kind whereyou wanted to pull down your pants and readjust yourequipment every five minutes.Stacy looked at me and asked me what was wrong. Itold her that nothing was wrong. But she insistedthat I was in some pain and asked me where I washurting. When I didn?t answer,. She looked up to see the waitress looking at her large, heaving chest and the nipples that pushed against her shirt. "I'll take a waffle with some strawberries and whipped cream, and could you get me a side order of bacon?" Sure, sugar! Anything else?" Liz said as she saw Miss K started to sweat and breath hard, oblivious to what Tracy was doing to Miss K under the table."Yeah," Miss K panted out. "Could you get me a large OJ too?" she continued with a misplaced lustful longing."OK," Liz. .." Pointing at her lower lip to indicate one is the many spots I was running with cum.We looked at each other and laughed then she kissed me, on the mouth. Her lips on mine, swapping cum from her mouth into mine, my mouth into hers, then she began to lick my face and my tits, cleaning up all the cum and then using it to kiss me with, our tongues met in each others mouths, playing with the cum, sliding it over the other surfaces, the lips and tongue of the other girl.As we kissed, and swapped.