One Friday night as I left the crowd still drinking, Amy, one of the girls, said she'd walk home with me and we linked arms for the short walk home.I ...asked her if she'd like to come in for a coffee or another few drinks but fully expected her to refuse."I'd love to," she said with obvious pleasure and dutifully popped into the wine shop below my flat to buy another bottle of vodka!She liked my flat and commented on the photographs I'd had framed and put onto the walls. "You're good, Jackie,". His best friend on the other hand had been a different story. ‘Fucking Jon,’ Caden murmured under her breath, as she took a seat in front of him. She set her black folder on the table near his coffee. ‘Are you looking to court a snowman?’ he asked nonchalantly. The seriousness of his face, as he looked at her up and down made her stifle a laugh that threatened to come up. Caden tilted her head to the side innocently. ‘I can’t believe you don’t like my outfit. I dressed like this for you. You. I sat there, still blown out of my mind by what had taken place and trying to regain my composure, as well as the feeling in my legs of that weakness men sometimes suffer known as the 'wobbly leg syndrome' after cumming so hard that your body feels like jelly. I looked upon my hand, as my fingertips glistened in the light of Amy's juices that had transferred to me from her own wet pussy. Raising them to my nose, I smelt them. It was a beautiful pungent smell, as my tongue ran over them and I. "Fuck my mouth and blast my tonsils with your stickyjuice." She swirled her tongue around and sucked on the head of hiscock as she gently rubbed and squeezed his balls with her left hand."Choke me with your big load of cum."Tyler didn't need any further encouragement. He shoved her mouth downon his cock and thrust into her repeatedly. She only paused long enoughto draw short, ragged breaths where she could as his pace quickened.Soon his breathing was as irregular and ragged as hers."I'm coming.