‘We’ve been sitting out in our car for fifteen minutes because Warren didn’t believe it was you.’ ‘Excuse me, how many?’ asked the hostess.... ‘Four,’ Warren said. The hostess seated us. While we waited for our orders and while we ate, we chatted and got to know each other better. Finally, over dessert, Warren said, ‘So what do you want to know about the party? And it might be a good idea to keep your voices down.’ ‘What goes on at this party?’ Charles asked. ‘I’ve never been to one.’ ‘It’s. ” The noises she made were involuntary; she couldn’t stop them if she tried. She looked down at her cock, and saw Wills stomach had a shiny puddle on it where her pre-cum had rubbed off on it. She bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that would stay for weeks, but he didn’t notice the pain and instead held her tighter. He knew she was close, and so was he. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the nipples hard little buttons on his skin.She quickened her pace. Her cock rubbing. No…ummm…I’ll see you later!’ She mumbled and then turned and ran back into her house. I quickly drained the beer, cleaned up the yard equipment and went inside. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of boxers. A few minutes later I was at the computer. I logged in on the website and spent some time searching through the profiles. When I found one that might be hers, I sent an innocent message. ‘Hey,’ I wrote, ‘I just read your story ‘Coming Out to Play’ for the umpteenth time and I love it. As soon as I walked I could hear the sound of a woman inside, sounded like she was moaning loudly. I followed the noise to the guest room, I could not believe it, she was on top of him riding his…. My dick… No words came out of my mouth so I pulled out my cell and started recording the scenario, his dick was white with her juice, and he was… was… fucking someone else… after a few minutes of it I walked away. My head was spinning, I wanted to cry but I could not muster any tears, I wanted to.