Ernie reached between her legs and began to slide his fingers into her. When he did she said was expecting we were going to have sex in front of Dave.... Then, Ernie bent her over and he moved up to her and slid his cock into her and began to slowly slide it in and out of her. She said she was bent over at the waist with her head down. Then she looked up at Dave and he had taken off his shirt and was dropping his pants. She said he was hard and it was probably as big as Ernie's. Then he moved. We lived together for almost two years and except for the sex, it was not a wonderful relationship. I had stopped using drugs after my first wife died. I'd replaced the drugs with alcohol and was, without a doubt, an alcoholic. Dianne liked to drink but she had a big heroin habit. Our addictions weren't what anyone would call, compatible.Most junkies have little interest in sex, especially when they are high. Dianne was the exception to the rule. Dianne loved sex in all it's forms. She. " The next two weeks were hell as I tried to keep the changes in my body a secret from my peers, which was difficult to say the least, my parents wanted me to wear a hijab, which is what covers a Muslim woman's hair and face (I am a muslim, in case you have not yet noticed.), which I of course, fiercely fought, to exhaustion to both sides of the argument. Two weeks, as I said, until I finally changed back. Actually, it happened quite by accident, I had been staring into my mirror, wishing that. Then he would allow her to pull back, take his hand off of her head and wait a brief moment. Then, without any urging she would bury the cock in her mouth again and he would grab the back of her head and gently force her to take more of him. It was more than she could take but she wanted to take it all. I stood there watching this, not quite sure what to do or what I wanted to do. Finally I went to the bed and sat down next to Claire and began rubbing her pussy. She spread her legs at my touch..