.”“It was when you were fighting with that man over the avocados.”“He was like, a few years older than us, tops. And I grabbed them first.”�...��He didn’t seem to think so.”“You could’ve just batted your eyes at him and—”“So could you!”“No way! Not after he started going on about how he needed them because they were the last ones and how he had to have his avocado toast in the morning to properly align his chi or whatever.”“Lainy! I can’t believe you deprived a poor young man of his avocado toast!. Her breasts heaving, pressed against my chest; her shocked, apologetic expression looking directly into my hazel eyes. At that moment, all I could say was, “GEEEET OFFFFF!!!!” I roll over onto my side, in pain, as soon as she scoots off me. I can hear her crying, sitting at the foot of my bed. Jess puts a hand on my upper thigh and rubs it with a circular motion, “I’m sooo sorry….I don’t mean to be a bitch, but why didn’t you just open your covers and let me snuggle up against you like we used. M. I knew that nobody would be home for at least four more hours. I pulled the bed sheets away and slipped my underwear off. As I did, I took time to admire my admittedly out of shape body. I thought that it really wasn't that bad, though, considering the amount of alcohol and pot that I had consumed in the last six years. At least I wasn't some poor bastard who couldn't see his dick because of the size of his belly.My dick was ready to be serviced, but I thought that I really needed some. Camille got back in bed with me and snuggled. She was a little drunk from the wine still and wanted to ride me some more and to be really quiet. We weren’t quiet enough because Kristin made a noticeable grunt that made it evident she knew what we were up to. A bit later Kristin woke up again and complained that her back was hurting from sleeping on the floor. She asked if she could hop in bed with us. It was still storming very bad and Camille said that she was more than welcome to. So.