” She tries to smooth out her unflattering clothes. She’s not a big girl – poverty, drug addictions and a general contempt for food is a hell of... a combination – but her clothes do nothing to show her size. A large hoody drapes over her shoulders, exposing her pale, thin neck like a strand of unruly cotton. The fabric bunches and hangs off her in all the wrong places. It shows nothing of the scrawny body beneath except over her bony shoulders – and occasionally her modest breasts. Zoey doesn’t. I have to take my hand off my clit and steady myself as your hips slap into my butt, my tight asshole gaping from your battering dick's assault.We're both sweaty and grunting, and with every thrust, your thick pounding cock forces air up my butt making lewd squelching noises as you fuck away. The sounds of our a****listic fucking overwhelm me: the sound of the bed creaking, your grunting, my moaning, your hips bucking against my fleshy ass, your swinging balls slapping against my wet pussy, and. Of course it was no contest who was better, but he still gave me a bit of a thrill though."Oh, Joe. Get that pussy, I haven't seen you get pussy in so long," Erin told him.He looked at her, and he seemed upset."What's that mean?" Joe pondered.Whether if she meant to or not, she hit a nerve."Well, we haven't had sex lately. Do you even remember that last time we had sex? Do you know that I've had sex with Gillian, over a hundred times in the past few months?" Erin had to know.He seemed confused,. " I reluctantly said. Thankfully Lindsey understood how much trouble I could get in. And she put her suit back on, gave me one last kiss and left without a word.Lindsey was mature enough to keep our encounters to her self. No bragging to her friends. That evening Sean asked to stay the night. So I was alone for the evening. I made myself dinner, then afterwards I sat on my back deck with the days events running through my mind. I was about four beers in, when a wave of guilt washed over me. I.