“Is that OK?”“Go for it,” I replied, never looking up from my keyboard.Jamie was Tiffany's new best friend forever or "BFF" as she called her.... Jamie was a year older than her and the source of most of my problems with Tiffany. Jamie dressed like a whore and flirted with just about any guy, to include myself. She was undeniably sexy, standing about five foot three, with a slender frame, short black hair, boobs that could not be ignored and a cute ass. Part of me didn't want her around, but there. She moaned a lot, I could see that her pussy had started getting wet. I started to record the session. I switched on the vibrator as she started to jump on the bed and moaning very loudly.I told her to beg for a cock. She was begging for a cock. I asked her to tell me why you want the cock. She herself told she was a slut, wanted a cock to please her. I then started to suck on her pussy lips. Finger her pussy while my tongue rolled on her nipples. I rubbed through the nipples.I could feel she. Peter had been caught in the crossfire when two gangs opened up on each other in a busy area of town as he had been driving by. Drive by, that's all he was doing: driving by. He'd caught a round to the chest that pierced his left lung; it had entered from the driver side door, went in below the scapula and exited his sternum. That one missed bones and his heart. Another shattered his right humerus and yet another tore his left hand to shreds. That would have been bad enough, but as he lost. I was shocked and hung-up. I got back into the dorm and went to bed, only to be connected to this guy on the phone again, apologizing for saying what he had done and wanted us to be friends.I had mulled over what this guy had told me when I had hung up on him, and by the time I had got back and into bed, I found that being seen illicitly and in the manner he had, I warmed to it, even though I was on the receiving end, guys had seen my pussy and were jacking off to me.So when he called, I was.