So it was with great relief when he signed off for the weekend and went home to pack. He looked forward to the weekend with a mixture of anticipation ...nd dread. He was so badly in need of sex that he wondered how he’d manage the nights in bed with his friend. When Robert rang Elise’s bell, she came to the door wearing a pair of nice slacks and a sweater that left a generous dose of cleavage open for his viewing. It took quite a bit of discipline to keep his eyes directed upward. She came into. "Oh my god! What's happening to me? Will this ever go away? I can't even function, I feel like I have to cum or I'll never be able to concentrate on anything! GOD!" and her hand once again traced down between her legs to focus on her clit. Her finger tracing small circles her other hand sliding down next to it to slowly penetrate her opening... "Oh, shit" she thought in frustration as she tried to caress her G spot in just the right way. She remembered the depth of the orgasmic delight from. "Suddenly filled with rage, he jumped up, and started rapidly firing, but two hits out of six attempts only made him madder. "Stupid mailbox," he shouted.'Seven ... seven years shot to hell ... all because of one ... God, how I hate that fucking bitch, ' he thought while palming the last rock. Drawing a solid bead on the poor mailbox, he let loose with all the fury he could muster. His flash of pride was short lived as it ricocheted off the back of the small metal enclosure into the rear window. Nancy was all for it and made sure to pack her toys.We decided on a hotel up in the Northeast part of town, they tend to be a little sleazier up there. The one we picked had a discotheque in the back so we decided to check out the action. As it turned out, we were one of maybe two couples in the place. The rest of the clientele seem to be single men and women and most of them were either Black or Hispanic. By now my wife and I had done a couple more lines of coke and she was getting really wet.