I thought to myself, let's show this horny slut who is boss here. I sank two fingers into her pussy, then three which was a bit tight, I started to fi...ger fuck her quite hard and her pussy juice was flowing, soaking my fingers, I eased another finger in, slowly started to fuck her again, she sounded a little like she struggled with the fourth, then I added my thumb too, her pussy was stretched wide open and I slowly sank my fist into her. It didn't take long before I felt her pussy start to. I laid my head on Alan’s chest and toyed with his softening shaft as his breathing returned to normal. Then, when he had enjoyed his orgasm long enough, I said, “OK, buster….your turn.”I turned over onto my back, and pulled Alan’s head over between my spread legs. Giving blowjobs always gets me wet, so I was already drenched and my clit was aching to be tweaked. Alan always gave good head, and he liked doing it, so he got comfortable and went to work. I closed my eyes and, moaning softly,. Phil understood my feminine side and self, and he didn't encourage or discourage it. Phil was gay, and femme in the gay community were a fact of life. So he just dealt with it. As we continued to live in the apartment, I got to know some of the women who lived in the building. We would meet in the laundry room, or taking the garbage out, or just going to and fro. I started to make some friends, one of whom became a very good friend, Linda. You know most women are not as homophobic as. He'd rather stay where he was. Millie seemed to understand quiet.He reached for a piece in the center of the table and their fingers met. She blushed; it was the first time since high school that she'd had an occasion to hold a boy's hand. Silly, she thought, but true. His fingers were warm; she found her throat a touch dry."Punch?" Vince asked when Millie cleared her throat again."Pardon?" Then she realized what he was asking and nodded. "Thank you."He got up and walked to the buffet. Her.