The vibe in the condo just wasn't thesame since Marchesa left so I spend most of the time in my room and onlyspoke to my roomies in passing. As nice ...s my roomies were, I justdidn't feel very comfortable at all in opening up to them. Life feltvery drab.I recently had the weekend to myself because the lovely couple weregoing to her parents for a few days. That meant girl time! I felt thatit had been ages since I lavished myself in all my feminine glory.Since Marchesa left I pretty much. I some how stood up and with wobbly legs made my way to them. When I got there. One big man grabbed me by the waist and sat me on the table. With dishes being pushed out of the way, he laid me back on my back.I heard him tell someone to bring him the dicks as he called them. He lifted my legs and I thought I was going to get fucked in spite of what Bud had said. I closed my eyes and lay there numb from my groin down. I felt one of the "dicks" being placed at my asshole again and felt it slide. Yvette advances one hand ahead of my cock to part the hair and then spread the luxuriant folds of Linda's cunt lips.And in I plunge, hips and big perfectly shaped bum cheeks pushing back onto me. I realised that it wasn't the first time Yvette's fingers had parted her best friend's pussy lips. I looked, questioningly, into her big green eyes and she nodded. I was establishing a steady rhythm of strokes into Linda's cunt now. "Harder, fuck her harder!" urged Yvette.Linda, who had been letting. Lately she had been depressed because she was still single and spending so much time with Stacy and I was making her jealous. Tracy had no recollection of what happened and I put that memory deep in the back of my mind. We had now taken on a sibling like relationship. She complained to me about guys and asked me for advice. I even hooked her up with a friend of mine, but that didn’t work out. When she would get depressed she would call or text me and ask me what was wrong with her, why wouldn’t.