He switches nipples and slides another finger inside me. "I want you, Jack," I moan. "Did you lock the door?" "Yea." I pull his shirt from his wai...stband and work on unbuttoning his shirt then I slide it off. I run my fingers down his chest. Flicking his nipple with my tongue, I undo his pants. I slide my hand down his boxers and find his cock. I move my hand up and down his hard length. "Nicole," He moans and kisses my mouth, hard. I push his boxers down to his ankles, get off his lap,. I deepthroated it without a problem, it made Justin cringe and tense up the longer I held it in the back of my throat. I needed more. I couldn’t take it much longer.I raised Justin’s tan legs into the air and placed them on my shoulders, he asked what I was doing, and said he didn’t want to do that. I didn’t care. I wanted to do it. I spit on my cock and shoved it in his tight ass. It was so tight, tighter than anything I’ve ever felt, he must have been a virgin, the way he squirmed and cried. I glimpsed Robin hugging him before they disappeared out of sight into the house. My heart sank. I reached for my cigarettes and sat there and smoked. I turned on the radio. I lit new cigarettes from the old ones. I turned off the radio. After fidgeting a moment I slid out of my car and strolled down the sidewalk toward the house. I cleaned my sunglasses on my tie as I walked, squinting into the sunlight. Before I took ten steps I froze. Robin strode purposefully through the front door. Leaving the bathroom light on, in case Ping woke and was confused, I got into bed, covering myself while taking off my shorts, because I never sleep in clothes, and using the other side of the quilt to lay gently over Ping, almost trying not to look at her bosom, but I did, the gently heaving breasts and nipples attracting me, even as I noticed the pussy lips peeking out at me, a faint wisp of dark hair covering them. A growing sensation under the bedclothes made me cover her quickly, and lie.