His words are accompanied by generous arm movements and as they chat they draw closer to one another. I can’t hear a word of what is being said. She...turns and tells me to invite him to a drink.“Vodka,” she points a finger towards her sturdy black friend and herself to make sure I understand the command.When I turn back with the drinks, he has his arm around her shoulder. They look at me, relieve me of the glasses and resume their conversation. He seems pleasant enough, but I can see his eyes. "I would lust you like this always," he promised. She kissed him hard while her hands worked their magic at his belt. As his clothes fell away, he realized he had done the same for her, and she nakedly pulled his body over her own and onto the bed. They both gasped in pleasure as his cock filled her and her sheath held him tight. Their eyes locked and held. "How can this be so perfect?" she asked quietly. "Would I have felt this way if your aces had made you the winner?" "Did you come here with. "What were you thinking about when you were staring at my tits?" she demanded breathlessly, extracting her tongue from my mouth.Standing there, with Angela wanking my throbbing cock, after fishing it out of my pants, I realized I'd probably never get another chance like this. I decided to go for broke."How much I'd enjoy sticking my prick between your tits."Taking a step backward, she looked at me hungrily. "I think we can arrange that, Tom, but is that all you want?" I must have looked a. She muttered to herself and turned back to her homework. The class had just about bored her to tears - she'd even fallen asleep for a brief moment on Thursday - and trying to get anything out of the tedious reading was getting to be an exercise in futility.Grumbling quietly, Denise shut her Computer Organization book and tried to find something else to work on. She was actually caught up on most of her classes and with nothing really due until the finals in a three weeks, Denise was at a loss.