I felt fingers sliding inside me, and wanted to scream! But, restrained myself for fear of calling attention to our private party. At this point I was... ready to make our party even more private, and suggested that we return home. The guys quickly agreed and slipped their wet shorts over there bulging packages, the fabric just clinging to their penises. I d****d my robe over myself, leaving the front open as I ran across the parking lot, my boobs shaking as I ran to their front door. As soon as. This time, they werein a different coffee shop, but a coffee shop nonetheless. Jim was becomingeven more anxious and was desperate to hear what Ben had to say. ?Is there any hope?? asked Jim, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer tohis question or not. ?There is always hope, Jim,? replied Ben. Ben smiled warmly. WhileJim was only 39, Ben had just turned 60 and had that disarming combinationof seasoning that comes with a weathered face and white hair and the smilethat most politicians. ." she moaned again as I continued my steady rhythm, plunging my finger deep into her wet vagina. Our tongues caressed and probed each other. Her hand appeared just above her clit, pressing on her pubic mound in sync with my motion in and out of her. I upped my speed, feeling her response increasing. I didn't know if I could make her cum, but I really REALLY wanted her to. Her fingers began to diddle her clit while I drove into her. Suddenly she was moaning more loudly. Her parents slept in the. "Yes, please," I said. Krystle held my hair back as I leaned over the coffee table and snorted one of the lines. I sat up and tilted my head back, feeling the rush spread through my whole body. "Oh my," I said, passing the chrome straw to Krystle, my heart beating faster, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through my veins. "Oh my." "Good stuff," Steve said. "Peruvian flake." Krystle did a line and handed the straw to Steve. He snorted one and passed it to me. As I did the second line, I.