The two of them standing there, bouncing up and down to the beat. The contrast between the two women, both looking very sexy, was dramatic and allurin...g. Gina’s body had muscle, but it also had so much lushness. Her dark hair d****d down across her bare shoulders above a leather vest that was filled to bursting. She wore a short black leather skirt that showed off her strong legs. Her red lips drew the eye with the burst of color in the midst of her erotic darkness. Sandy was the light to Gina’s. Two easy chairs, matching the sofa. A small TV set, with video attached. A dining table, old but polished, with three non-matching dining chairs. Tiny ornaments, cats and dragons mainly, distributed on just about every flat surface. A gas fire, with a soft white rug laid in front of it. A bookcase, full of well-used paperbacks, amongst which Stephen King was well represented, as was Patricia Cornwell.He heard Martine singing softly to herself and tried to identify the tune, but couldn't. It. Please fuck me again. You are so hot darling and my dick was erected and was ready for another fuck. Now I bent her and gave support against wall. I wanted to fuck her in doggie style. I opened her butts and positioned my dick on her pussy and stroked. This time, due to wetness my dick entered completely in one shot. I felt that this time, Pooja pussy was tighter maybe it was due to position and Pooja started shouting oooooooooo. Please take it out. Take it out. It is paining. I am getting mad.. Jason returned to his bed, where he sat back against the headboard. His TV was on some rerun that I was surprised he was watching.I closed the door, leaned back against it and crossed my arms. "Look, I know you're pissed at Tyler and me," I said. "But, Jase, I can't help being gay. It's not like I decided to be gay so I could embarrass you or piss you off. Besides, what's between Tyler and me is our own business."Jason flashed me the angriest glare I'd ever had from him, and I'd had some.