First, he guided her hand to his pants and had her undo them and reach inside. She remembered the feel of his hard cock and how she’d wrapped her fi...ngers around it and pulled it out into the light. On her knees, she’d prepared to place it in her mouth but he scolded her. “Not yet,” were his harsh words before he grasped her hand and moved it up and down. Up and down… up and down, her hand glided the full length of his shaft. With each stroke it grew longer and fatter, filling her hand. Now,. It twitched and throbbed with my wild heartbeats. The spasms rippled up my cock. I groaned, pussy juices trickling down my thighs. I unhooked my bra while Allie pushed on me from behind. “Get in her pussy so I can lick her clean!” Allie moaned. “Right now, Jenny!” “How do you put up with her?” Sara asked as I peeled off my bra, baring my round tits. “When you love someone, you put up with all their brattiness.” Then I giggled. “And, honestly, she is so wild in bed. She is a minx. You're going. “Uhm, this is sarcastic, right?” I asked as I listened to the words.“Obviously. The world isn’t a happy place.”“I’m curious, then. What is it that motivates you to get out of bed every day? I mean, I’ve read Jean-Paul Sartre, and I kind of understand existentialism, but I don’t buy it. My biggest argument with him is that I think essence comes before existence. I’m more or less Platonic in my thought. My reason for living is to discover myself and improve myself. What’s yours?”“I guess it’s. . I, umm. Well I know you and Sandie hooked up”“No, whatever you heard, nothing happened. I’m not saying I wouldn’t; I’m saying I ... we, didn’t”“Fuck me! A gentleman too.”“Was that an invitation?”“What? Oh, no.” She walked away and then over her shoulder she said “Well, maybe”At ten they had had their supper, had the evening meeting and all gone their separate ways. He sat, naked on his bed, he was measuring his erection – damn it, it was seven inches. The cheeky cow. There was a knock on his.