Katrina looked at me and said “go get us something to drink”. I was kind of taken back by this but I left them and went to the bar. I thought if I...can’t get laid tonight, I’d at least help Shelly get laid. She was a cool chick and I’d really like to have her as a friend. I went to the bar and bought two appletinis. When I got back with them, Katrina was in front of Shelly with her back turned to her dancing. She was backing her fat ass up all over Shelly. I said here are your drinks ladies.. Why can’t I say what I think to this girl? Why can’t I ask her what she means? ‘Oh,’ I said again. ‘Do you know what I mean?’ Bless you. ‘No . . . ah . . . maybe . . . ah. God, Dory just tell me.’ ‘You always call me Dory. You always have, from the first time you said my name. In the car when you asked me to talk, you called me Dory.’ When you don’t have a thought in your head, your eyes look around as if the movement will shake something loose. I never thought about her name. I called her what. .keee...don't...uhmmm.....stop....aahhh...I'm...ahhh...close!!!!"In between the thrusts, Kat tried to say a few words. I could make out that she was close. And damn, so was I!"Me too!"I hugged her even closer and pushed my last bit of strength to thrust into her. "Aahhh, ooohh yeeahhh, I'm coommmiinnnggg!!!"I grunted and let load after load of my white hot semen into the depths of her clit. Her pussy walls clenched on my cock and Kat spasmed as her hips and waist bucked at the same time. Her. “Linda. So if you hadn’t been here now, I’d be standing outside, wondering what the hell had happened.” I noted. Shelly’s already red cheeks, reddened further.“They apologise,” She held up her smartphone, “And naturally you’re welcome to stay as planned. You’ll have to put up with my cooking breakfast tomorrow though I’m afraid.” She added. She led me inside the bungalow directly into the kitchen, which also doubled as a dining room. It was a pleasant place with the bedrooms on the left-hand.