It doesn't just go for me personally, it really helps, way more then you would imagine in motivating your favorite authors to continue adding chapters... to your favorite stories :P). However I didn't write this story alone and I want to give credit where credit is due to all the other people who have contributed by different means.First I want to thank all the people who have taken time out of their day to add chapters to the story, make sure to check out their chapters if you haven't already and. She had parties and invited all the stock boys over for gang bangs. However, Nikki didn't know if it was true or not. "Are you hinting at something?" I asked. She smiled and said, "No, now that we were gown-ups, let's put all that behind us." Move forward a couple months. Nikki and I were in the middle of a good fuck when she said, "It's true. Nancy admitted to me that she loves to fuck, and she's invited me to her next party." "What do you want to do?" She said, "I'm not sure. It's tempting.. His eyes held the sunken look of an office flunky but there, just barely, had the snap, the fire of one last good throw down. His eyes scanned the mark's cheap suit, undoubtedly the best he could buy as a bottom-of-the-heap accountant or whatever the fuck he was.He sighed deeply; this was exactly what he needed. He took one last pull from his beer, wincing, it had warmed while he waited. When he rose to his feet, a few people cautiously noted it. Over six feet tall, dressed in a biker's. " I mumbled, with John's tongue in my mouth. " I'm dying to have cock in my butt, so much... please put your finger in my hole." Mike was happy to accommodate me and wet his finger and pulled my panties to one side. Spreading my cheeks with one hand, he gently worked his digit all the way in. I moaned as John squeezed my tits. This continued until just before our floor. Mike retracted his finger and pulled my dress down, just as the door opened. A maintenance man (a good looking black man) got.