Our first encounter after drinks was at an upscale hotel. Trisha could not have look any hotter and Shelly was equally hot and sexy. She was a size 7/...8, dark tan, incredible tits and was so very ready for another adventure. As we went up the elevator to the room the swap had already begun, Trisha was hanging onto to Tom and I was clinging close to Shelly. The minute we got into the room Trisha just attacks Tom and there clothes were off in a matter of minutes, that was really making me hot. ’ ‘I thought that was the woman’s line.’ ‘It’s my line because I screwed things up so bad before you left.’ He rested his forehead against hers. ‘I’m really sorry, Ryan. I was—am—happy for you, I was just surprised. I was upset, and I said all the wrong things. I’d blame it on the concussion but I was pretty over it by then.’ She smiled. ‘I didn’t exactly corner the market on the right things to say.’ ‘Here’s an idea: let’s just say now that we’re both really sorry, we both need to handle. Her hips and shoulders followed. In an instant, she was on her tummy and he knelt between her legs. He grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her up to his groin. His organ, slick with her juices, moved menacingly across her wet, puckered button. He felt like he had a rod of hot steel between his legs. Reaching around her hip, Fitz again began to strum her tumid nub. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Dee?” he croaked, her musky scent filling his nostrils. She loved being taken like this. He knew. My illusion broke and I was feeling very guilty. Therefore, I decided to say her sorry about my behavior. The room beside was dark enough I cannot see anything. Suddenly she embraced me. I was shocked but wandering it also for a long time. She embraced me so tightly that I can feel her firmly breasts on my chest. They were soft as cotton. When I put my hand on her waist, I feel that she was in petticoat and blouse only. Creepily I began to move my hand starting from her bubble buttock to her.