A two-minute quickie and he rolls off and is snoring before I even know he's out of me. After five years of that I was so sexually frustrated that I w...as ready to take a meat axe to Harold while he was sleeping and hope that a jury wouldn't convict after they heard the story.One day I was over at my friend Marge's and we got to drinking. The more I poured down my throat the more talkative I became and soon I was telling Marge about my non-existent sex life. We were still talking when her husband. A few more minutes on each one and I think I’ll be OK.” I held my hand on hers as we massaged my right breast together until she got the hang of it. Kate had very strong hands for a girl, which I attributed to her skill with the bass guitar, and she soon was working on my breast unaided. The feeling of her hand on my nipple was intoxicating. I dropped my right hand to her left shoulder and let it slide down her back where it came to rest on the back of her bare midriff. The feel of her warm,. I wanted to scream the house down but he placed a hand delicately around my throat. "Don't wake Brittany. She needs her beauty sleep." What neither of us knew is Brittany wasn't sleeping. She was in the hallway with her frilly panties around one thigh. Her fingers were furiously slipping in and out of her ass and pussy, getting her off as she listened to the sounds of our fucking. I imagined her rubbing her pussy to the noise we were trying not to make. But the bed's frame knocked on the wall. It was weird seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans all the time now that he’d graduated from residency and wasn’t working in a hospital anymore.“Hey,” he said softly, giving me a small smile.“Hi,” I replied, coughing to cover the gag from needing to throw up.“Am I really that disgusting to look at?”I rolled my eyes.“No fever, at least,” he murmured. “Was it something you ate?”I shook my head. “Drank,” I croaked.“Too much whiskey?”Fuck, he knew me. He read the look of shame on my expression and.