Friends don’t kiss, and if their lips do meet, they don’t open their mouths for more. ‘Never again after this time,’ Avril said, putting her ...hand behind his head and pulling him forward for another kiss. Again, their lips parted and tongues met. This kiss lasted even longer before she pulled away. ‘Stop being so good at that, you know I have a boyfriend!’ ‘A crappy one who’s cheating on you.’ ‘Maybe it was a one-night-stand,’ she huffed, sitting back and crossing her arms just below her. Oh.. God, T. Please.. no more.. no more.. I'll go crazy.. Please.. no... OHHHHH!" Screaming, my head collapsed to the cushion on the sofa, my cheek against the supple leather while T used my pussy to pleasure himself. When at last he reached his own climax, I had been through a handful of my own, barely catching a breath between one orgasm and another. T lived up to everything Kris had said about him, gushing like a firehose into my overused pussy, rocking his hips just enough to keep his. At 7:30 I finally heard the garage door opening. I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself before Sonya came into the house. I was determined to give her a chance to explain why she was late before I said anything and it was a good thing I did.Sonya came into the kitchen carrying bags from one of the better department stores in the area. It was at that moment that I remembered that Sonya had said she was going shopping for a dress after work."Wait till you see the great dress I got for. I reached up with one hand to grab onto one of her tits. It was full like a melon, round and succulent. She pulled her mouth from mine and groaned. Oh Ryan. We shouldn’t….,’ she whispered, almost choking with passion. ‘But I love you so much…’ I took her hand and led her out of the kitchen and down into the basement. Just at the stair landing, we kissed again and she reached down to squeeze my hard cock. She moaned and pulled me by the hand down the stairs to the laundry room. We rushed along,.