Whenever she walked up the stairs, or uphill she would groan and moan as if she's getting fucked. Just the sound of that would make my dick hard. I sw...ear she wore the same clothes every fucking day, she always wore a black skirt and a black shirt. When we walked together and when she got sweaty sometimes her skirt would go inside her ass and sometimes it wouldn't, so I guess that she wore underwear from time to time. She probably never showered because her hair was always greasy and I could. ....with that everyone jumped and laid themselves out on the bed and Leslie said pick one so as her being the hostess I stuck my raging hard cock in her and only pumped for about 30 seconds when the others said give me some cock so I just worked my way down the edge of the bed till I fucked all three and after about 20 minutes I couldn't stand it any longer and said I am going to cum then Leslie said no not yet and pulled me out and said wait a minute. To my surprise one of them suggested they. " Becky watched her, wiping her tears away. "I'm supposed to take care of you," Chloe whispered, her voice all of the sudden sounding sure. Becky swallowed, looking at her. "I think....that I know who you are." Chloe's eyes widened. "Who?" Becky felt tears again. "My ex-lover." Chloe dipped her head, their faces close. "Your ex?" Becky nodded, "She...died...3 years ago...she..her car went off a bridge in an accident and she...drowned," she choked out. The dream. The words..everything. It all. Her flatmate buzzed the door and I walked down the corridor to her room, opened the door and found her naked, sweating and worst of all, bouncing on top of some younger guy’s cock. He was tied to the bed, she always did like that. She had clawed his chest too, it had red scratch marks on it and she rocked back and forth on his dick, her back to me. I cleared my throat loudly “ahem!” and she jumped up. As she did the sheets came with her and I saw he wasn’t using a condom. “Robbie!” she.