I knew I was wet…soaking wet. Even with my face pressed against the wall I could smell my desire. Finally you gave me what I wanted, what I needed, ...when you let your fingers press against the outside of my panties. The material soon grew slick with the fluid of my desire, soaking through to coat your fingers. My breath strained as your fingers tightened around my neck, applying enough pressure to tilt my head back. My nose crinkled as you brought your soaked finger beneath my nose, the thick,. Or lock him up and throw away the key. But that wouldn’t be enough. If I ever got my hands on him, I’d make him pay. I’d make him suffer like I was suffering. Like Christine was suffering. Like—There was a knock on the door and we all turned to watch as it swung slowly open. Emily’s head tentatively appeared from behind it. “I’m sorry, I know I should wait until he got home but—Paul, you’re awake.”She flung the door the rest of the way open so that it bounced off the door stop and she rushed. " Sure. Maybe. Anyway, she put the make on me. I didn't have to do any chasing where she was concerned. All I had to do was stand still and let myself be caught." You didn't have to be caught, you know. You could have told her you weren't interested." No man would have told her that. She was beautiful. Like you. And she knew it, like you. She liked the things the sight of her body did to men. She liked to feel their eyes on her. She loved it when pricks were standing at attention, and they were. But that takes second to this new day’s activities as catching my eye from our doorway is our close friends. Jan was standing in front of Bill, Bill’s hands full with her ample breasts. Jan was doing her best windshield wiper imitation swiping her hips across what I’m sure was Bill’s hard cock. I peeled myself way from the bed unnoticed by both pillow partners and in my birthday suit I made my way toward my friends. Their focus finally moved as their interest changes to me and what I’m doing..