. in a dense female orgasm.Damien blew his load into her cum crowded back furrow. One happy man.To say Ms McMasters didn’t have energy for anything;...after that ... well that’s not over stating it. She was replete...brimful of cock satisfaction in her body and her arsehole still pulsating with leaking wads of dribbly jizz.Fuck; was she a sweaty, leaking, tousled; flushed girl...but the guys only saw and held in their minds a stunning woman...God they all wanted her as a girlfriend...or a fuck. I made up a little dinner for myself and Monique. Nothing flashy, just some chicken and a salad, though I am a pretty damn good cook this was something just to tide us over.Monique started whimpering when I walked in the door. I set the tray of food next to her on the bed, but I wasn't going to release her hands just yet. I lay next to her, I got close, I could feel her try to wiggle away, but there wasn't much she could do."So, are you hungry?" I could see her nod ever so slightly, her eyes. So wet and slippery! My breathing got heavy, I was about to climax, then my cell phone buzzed. It was a text from uncle Steve. “If you are still awake, you should come watch the show,” it read. The show? I thought. What is he talking about? I sent back a question mark. All he sent back was a winky face emoji.I crept up the stairs to his room, unsure of what I was going to find. All of the lights upstairs were off and the room was dark. I sat on the edge of his bed and waited for him. Outside I. I also knew thatshe found me to be a stunningly attractive girl as well. I had notmisread her responses when we had danced close together in the club.Girls knew these things. I lay on top of the bed deciding when to sneak into her bed. I did nothave to wait long. As the noises in the street declared that the gayclub opposite was emptying, I heard Charlie's heels on the landing. Shepaused to try and determine if I was sleeping but I remained silent andshe sighed softly as she entered her own.