He was staying at my place. He’d split up with his bird. Personally, I didn’t know what he saw in her in the first place. In my opinion, for what ...t’s worth, he was far too good for her. He could have anybody he wanted, Jez. He was so good-looking. In comparison she was really, really plain. I know that sounds proper shallow but apart from her looks she didn’t even have a nice personality. Well I didn’t think so. Obviously Jez thought so otherwise he wouldn’t have gone with her. But no, to me. As we arrived back home (about 7.30am and still pretty dark outside), I was mega horny, so whilst in the kitchen (with the lights full on), I grabbed DJ from behind and pulled down her lycra gym leggings. Without much build up I then bent her over, pulled down my shorts and just got on with banging into her as hard as I could from behind. She had her hands outstretched and was leaning forward whilst holding onto the kitchen worktop, and because I love to see her tits swinging around under her. I was ready to bury my dick in her, so my plan was to get her to blow Anthony again and I would move behind her. She was really stroking his thick dick. Her fingers did not even meet when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Stroking up and down, his hairy balls were bouncing with each stroke.I wondered if she would suck his dick again or if that was a one-time deal. She was sucking me and did not show any attempt to shift over to him. I finally decided to make a move and said to her "I bet. Marcie knows me better than anyone. I believe that if we had enough face time she would be helpful."There it was; the mention of Marcie always gave me an edgy feeling."What about Charlie? Have you discussed your inner feelings with him?" Charlie has his own issues."I held my breath, afraid that the slightest movement would make him feel my pubic hair tickling his thigh and spoil the spell he was under. What could I say to insure my passport to the depths of his being? I wanted to be the trusted.