It was wonderful, when there was nothing more to wonder. I sat on the hard carpeted floor with my back against the couch. The TV stared at me from my ...right, angled around the corner. The sound blared, the picture moved, but I was no longer paying attention. Katrina was sitting behind me, her legs were around me. Knees locked against my shoulders. Her hands upon my neck. They were warm, her blood flowed through her hands. It gave it some electricity. The pounding of her pulse. I didn’t just feel. Not resin at all. Probably skank. And it hit her instantly: a rush of that familiar taste tingling her cheeks and clicking her brain into gear. Merde! This was going to be a vachement cool gig: she could see that.When Edie and Janine finally found their way into the dingy kitchen, at the back of the house, where all the alcohol was and where they could drop off the bottle they'd brought with them, what waiting for them was a real disappointment after the quite decent skank. The English really. “Ok, I dare you to take your shorts off. And I’ll do it too, just like you did.”I was surprised she offered to do it too but jumped at the chance. I stood up and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them down to my feet. She did the same for her denim skirt. So I was now just in my boxers and socks, and she was standing in front of me in a set of red bra and panties. She looked way better with just those small items of clothes on than I thought she did normally. She eyed me up just as I did her,. " "You like that slut don't you? You like being used like a whore," he looks down at me, "well I'm going to use you hard. Follow me on all fours bitch."I was getting into it, so I complied and crawled to his bedroom following his foot steps. He laughed at the lust that must have been evident on my face, but I needed him to fuck my pussy hard, to feel what she felt. "Get up on the bed," I climbed up and lay down on my back, "Did I say to lie down? On your knees bitch, I want that ass begging me.