My boyfriend knew Pete wouldn't last much longer so he told him they should strip so they don't mess up their clothes and then put on the video of me ...laying with my Hitachi.Once the video was on they stroked each other faster. My boyfriend loved how good Pete's cock felt in his hands, and Pete stroked his cock so good he knew exactly what he liked."Oh fuck don't stop," Pete moaned "I'm gonna cum!"My boyfriend used his other hand to play with Pete's balls for and started stroking him. She did wear tight white shorts underneath, her sister was surprised that I was ok with her wearing such tight white shorts. Of course I was ok with it.Throughout the night she would call or text me about what was going on, normal party stuff. She texted me and said her "Admirer" had arrived and was very flirtatious with her, she reciprocated. As the night went by she was having more fun, dancing and drinking. He never approached her. As the party came to a close, She told me he was sitting. Too beautiful. That shouldn't bother me, but I couldn't help it: after all there had been that incident.Just one time: one night. I don't know what sort of mood got us to try it: I know we'd been drinking. And silly: we'd been silly that night. And somehow it had happened. And the next morning, I'd found myself lying in my bed, shaking with embarrassment.Me with a woman! Leah! My best friend for years! The horror of that morning still haunts me: what was going to happen? How could I face her?I. “I SAT in my house, built with these details, and took a side-swipe from a Category 3 hurricane. Did not lose a thing.”He’s twenty miles closer to the coast than we will be, but those twenty miles are essentially flat with the exception of a series of parallel ridges rising to twenty feet above sea level. Not much to temper the winds, and I’ve seen too many homes built with current practices just about explode in hurricane-force winds. Bill ain’t putting HIS family in trash like that.And since.