Kyle slouched back down in his spot and let out a moan, "Oh yeah. That's it. Yeah like that, but a little faster."Through all the anger and jealousy I... was going through, I couldn't help but watch and not do a damn thing about it. The love of my life was cheating on me with a complete scumbag. Amanda increased her pace a little while looking straight at it without flinching a bit. "Is this okay? Am I doing it right?" She said looking back up at Kyle. "Oh man that feels great," he said with his. ”“You know I’m not really into men. Anyway, a threesome won’t fix a broken heart.”“No, it won’t, but it will build his confidence back up. Besides, you owe me for last night. You went to bed early and left me horny. I had to use that damn vibrator to get off. You don’t have to fuck him. I’ll do that. You can play with me and I can fuck you while he is fucking me. It'll be fun. Remember, we always wanted to try a threesome with a guy.”Maria smirked, “Last night wasn’t my fault, I drank way too. It becomes maddening. Seconds pass, maybe a minute, and you almost begin to beg for the ride to end. You don't think it will kill you, at the very least it would be highly counter-productive to send you to this world in a lethal transport, but the knowledge of this fails to override the primal instinct telling you that falls at this velocity are usually terminal.It still isn't wholly clear to you why you're here. Vague promises of a world in crisis were all that you were given before being. The design was strikingly simple: a sturdy lacquered oak casing, on the back the wood bore an indentation of a tree with branches that split evenly at each branch, on top a wooden arrow spun freely, and opposite the indentation a small thin slit which seemed large enough to spit out a playing-card sized piece of paper."It's some sort of game... I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or.