I know all about you, I know you were fucking my married friend.I know how you fucked her and sent her home dripping cum down her thighs knowing she w...as married.I was dumb struck, didn't know what to say really.My mind was racing, who was this woman, how did she know? what did she really know?I hadn't told anyone, I never told anyone of what I got up to. She lent back into me and as she whispered again in my ear her hand took hold of me through my jeans. She told me she loved her time with you. I rub my g spot, my legs instinctively clamp together. My toes begin to curl, pulses, like an electric current flow through my body. My other hand reaches inside my blouse, freeing my breast, and pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. My orgasm flows through me, as it pulses through my nervous system, the long awaited relief my body craved is found. She disappears from my thoughts, my mind concentrating on the pleasure flowing through my body.I hear the door opening, my husband is. Normally, this would help her relax and unwind, but tonight, and on several other nights, she found that remained tense. She couldn't get over the feeling that somebody was watching her, for several days, perhaps a week; when she was alone around the house; she'd have an odd sensation of being watched. Sometimes, she was sure she had caught the sound of heavy breathing. She continued to brush her hair, and again she felt she wasn't quite alone, although tonight, the feeling was very strong, she. Joey got up and said hey to them and they all started drinking. There must have been a few of them because they got pretty loud and there seemed to be a lot of voices. The other guy was still fucking me while the others talked about how they wanted to do me. They decided to take turns and keep passing me around until they were done and then do it again until the last guy was fucked out. It sounded good to me but they didnt bother asking me or even asking Joey what my name was. How was I.