It was just as likely that they'd spend the night at their boyfriends' places. After such a long day, Beth was actually glad to have the place to her...self. She'd been working in the library all afternoon on a paper about the social-history of American impressionism for her modern art class. She was only about half-finished, but her brain could no longer string the words together into coherent sentences. Tomorrow was going to be another long one. Beth was the right-side hitter for the Clinton. ..” I didn’t even have time to warn her again before I felt myself tip and fall over the edge. I felt like I was flying, the pleasure spurting from my cunt, my fluids flowing out of me and down my thighs. “L-Laura! Oh my god, it’s so fucking good!” I yelled, thrusting my hips harder onto her finger as I rode it, her finger pressing more pressure onto my g-spot than before while wave after wave of tingling pleasure shot through my body. Closely after, Laura followed suit. She screamed my name,. .. friend?"You like, sir, all for you? Anytime, anyway!" She took John's hand and started pulling him towards the hallway, "I'm going to show John the apartment." The tour got as far as the first bedroom. "John, can I undress you, I'd like to be your maid."She wasn't done talking and John was ripping at the buttons on his shirt. Molly fell to her knees to unlace his shoes. As she helped him out of his shoes and socks, he would lift a foot and use a hand on the top of her head for balance. For. He sat down next to her on the couch and asked if she wanted to talk about it. At first she just started to shake her head as she continued to try and hold back the tears. Christian put his arm around her and she completely fell apart. She started sobbing uncontrollably and started to tell him about how she had found some dirty texts on his phone form some girl that he worked with and she confronted him about it and he tried to tell her something but she could see it in his face that he was.