Both of the men looked much younger than the faces that Matti remembered from early June, and when he examined the picture closely he discovered the m...nth and year in small print at the top of the photo. It was just over 11 years old.Matti began turning the pages slowly, not recognizing anyone in the second one, but on another he saw a good photo of a man with the name Jiggs stitched on the right side of his vest. He would have to be the third member of the small group who had decided to rip. He began to grind his hips, his pubic hair against hers, making Dorothy feel his length. "Ohhhhh yes Omby my god." Gripping her ankles tight trying to not pass out from his cock. He picked up the pace, pumping in and out. His balls slapping against her ass, as he fucked her harder. She moaned out and Omby felt her pussy cumming all over his cock. It lubed his cock even more, making it easier to shove in. He didn't stop he just quicken his determination, making Dorothy a whore for his cock. He. I handed a glass to Kate, gazing into her eyes as she took it.“To you, pretty lady,” I raised my glass and then sipped.“Thank you, kind sir. But are you trying to get me drunk so that you can have your wicked way with me?”“Certainly not! Just a little libation to set the mood,” I replied.I sat on the bed beside her, leaned towards her and gently nibbled her ear.She giggled, turned towards me and we kissed. A couple of minutes later I turned and put my glass down, then relieved her of her glass. ‘Yes, so am I but I need you, I love you’ Love? How could that word apply to the two of us? We are friends, good friends whose partners too are friends, it cannot be more. The arm pulls me close once again with renewed urgency and the hand pushes firmly against my weak resistance. My arousal has not and will not diminish and as a soft, wet mouth nibbles at my lips, my own mouth offers no resistance, indeed encourages the other. My hand relinquishes its defence and the hand slips easily under.