Well, not totally, but it was better to be passive and agreeable than argue. And most of the time, I didn't particularly care one way or another. That...s part of the problem right there. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of. I fuck her tight little cunt in whatever position I like. Ann dribbles cunt juice down her thighs. I run my fingers through it, then stick those same fingers up her nostrils, making her smell her own debauched lust.She screams. I clamp my hand over her mouth, still pounding her tight little cunt. She screams into my hand. I fuck and fuck and fuck her tight little cunt. There are several ways to make her cum, but this is the best, to just fuck the orgasm out of her. Breathless, marked Ann just. "Mikey - what are you doing here…", she started, then it gradually dawned on her excited brain - of course the university was closed and they were Staying At Home.Suzy tried to grip his head between her thighs as Anita, her bi-sexual Mauritian lover, munched on one nipple while thumbing the other, as the climax overtook her sensibilities.Now Mikey had crawled up behind Anita and appeared to be rutting between her gorgeous brown buttocks.She let him in with a sigh "oh go on then, if you have to. Lori broke our hug and looked in my eyes with her evil grin in full bloom saying, "I could take them off!" I broke into a good hard laugh to keep from crying, and Lori joined in as we hugged again, but a moment later Sandy came bursting through the back door, “Hey girl, are you ready to party?” she asked sounding pretty wound up.“We’re in the living room, beotch!” Lori hollered back with her pet name for Sandy.Sandy falls into the big beautiful woman category very nicely! She is.