The lucky, lucky bastard.Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was ...weak, and he was out buying lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. She noticed, eventually, and smiled at me and wondered what was wrong. I replied that I just liked looking at art and other. The eye candy on the beach had been awesome and their parents had even bought them all alcohol for supper and they had shared some more as they sat around the fire pit on the beach.But there were only 2 double beds in the hotel room. Tim tried to jack off in the shower before going to bed, but…despite having been feasting his eyes on the near naked bodies of girls all afternoon, there was still something about whacking off when your parents were on the other side of a thin wall, while standing. You're like me, you want to chip through that ice. You want to get to that hot, pulsating, wet center, don't you."I'm sure they'll do a very good job," Laura said."Yes." Rhonda got a strange, lost look in her eyes, a passing vulnerability that Laura had only glimpsed one or two times before. For all their hostility, Rhonda occasionally seemed to want to be friends. "Frankly, I don't know how you could resist her. I mean, making a pass at her. She's so... elegant, and so-" Reserved?"Rhonda. Standing there in only his t-shirt, socks and shoes with his cock thrust proudly in front of him he looked like a god or demon from old. I lay there on that bench, helpless, knowing what was coming and whimpered.“You will take my cock down your throat if you know what’s good for you,” he utters in a voice I do not recognize. I swallow hard before acknowledging what he said. I wet my lips and open my mouth to receive his cock. He slowly pushes in, giving me time to acclimate, giving me time to.