But this was quiet painful. They treat me like a whore. Their strokes are rough both in pussy ass and moth. My insides are being hurt. I asked them to... do it slow. They stopped it and started to do it from slow pace but again reached it to normal stage. They said bitches should never back down. After some time I felt it pleasurable. They are fucking me fast and nice. I am enjoying. I felt my self in heaven. They even increased their pace. Rakesh was enjoying all the scene.I cummed very. None of us really wanted to be out too late what with all the other drunks driving around… lolAfter dinner we headed to their place, stopping for a bottle on the way. It was around 11pm by the time we were settled in. All of us were pretty buzzed and having a great time. My bud and I have known each other since our first year of college and I have always wanted to suck his cock, but I never wanted to risk our friendship, so I have always been very hesitant to make a move.The conversation. We were on our third bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and the two of them were feeling pretty full of themselves. The waiter had been giving them all kinds of attention and they kept flirting even more openly as the evening wore on."Does my son keep a straight face when you play footsie with him under the table, Michelle?" What do you say we both play and see if he is still the great stone face?" my wife offered. I was surprised at how playful the wine was making Michelle, she was not even. A better understanding in fact then they had the last few years of their marriage.Barb had not cared for pretty much anyone's opinion concerning her relationship with Lee, but she had worried about losing the Kentricks. She found her fears were groundless. A number of old acquaintances and apparently not-as-close-as-she-thought people had turned their backs when she became publicly involved with another woman, but the ones she cared about the most, her dearest friends and her children, had.