”“I have a twin sized bed.” I reminded her. If I were selfish I would want this to happen, even if we never so much as touched, but I wanted Mol...ly to be okay more than anything else.“It could fit both of us on here.” she adamantly told me, standing up to her own self. “Just… stay on your side. No offence, but…”“No no no, none taken.” I quickly reassured her. I was running out of excuses, and self-control to say no to my bed, even if it was only half. “I mean… Are you sure?”“Yes, I don’t want. The tip of my tongue tasted my pussy juice, the sweet salty taste seemed to make the juices between my legs start to leak a little more. I could feel the juice on the tip of my tongue and the string of fluid stretched over to my finger and slowly it broke away from my finger resting on my chin, I imagined that it was a trail of Abrams hot white spunk dripping from my lips and down my chin.I heard Abram moan louder and mutter “fuck that is hot” I wondered if he was shooting load after load of. What I saw will, I think, always stay with me.She was on the bed, on all fours, with her left hand gliding across her clit at inhumane speed, and her bubble-butt jiggling right over her right hand, pistoning three fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Her tits, perfect G-cup hemispheres, were dangling from her thin, tight frame, with tiny nipples to cap them off.Immediately, I thrust my hand past all layers of clothing and started masturbating furiously. This was easily the most erotic. In fact I would try and protect a buddy's girl from other guys, guys like me.Reflecting on my past, I really don't understand my success with the female of the species. I wasn't an imposing figure at 5' 10" and about 170 pounds. Not bad looking with brown hair worn in almost a military cut and deep blue eyes, but I wasn't a movie star or anything. I guess the fact that I wasn't bashful and had kissed the Blarney Stone as the Irish say (the gift of gab for you non Irish out there) helped keep my.