Eventually I was able to compose myself in a fashion, and found myself pulled to my feet. Amy too was told to stand, and we faced each other, blushing... furiously, she with the vibrator still buzzing away inside her, me tear stained and discomposed, and both of us revealing our private parts to each other. I suddenly had a bad feeling about what was going to happen.I was told to kneel in front of Amy and pull her tights down to her knees. Then I was ordered to remove the vibrator from her and put. Together we hit every singles bar in Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, and most in Manhattan. We’d arrive together but almost every night, we’d leave separately. In the heart of winter, Stoney decided to have a Valentine’s Day Party at his house and invite only the best-looking women we could find. The night of the party, I put on my sharp black Armani suit, loaded up with flowers, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and drove across Brooklyn to Stoney’s house.The party was in. I felt my nipples stiffening and a nice warm feeling down below. "Ever given head?", he asked. I blushed, prettily, I might add. "No, I can't say that I have." "There's a first time for everything. Want to try?"Seeing his engorged cock in front of me was driving me insane. Somewhere deep inside was this growing desire to have it inside of me and I noticed my pussy was getting damp. "Come on in," he invited and I followed thinking that it was my line. He reached over and untied my robe so. I was too busy to notice. Suddenly, she was on her feet, arms draped over my shoulders, one leg raised and wrapped around me. She pushed against me, rubbing her wet slit against my burning cock, her vivid blue eyes holding my gaze. She moaned longingly as I fumbled with my unwieldy erection, pressing it against her, desperate to find her silky, wet entrance. She let out a yelp when I did.There was nothing gentle about my penetration: swift and brutal, I skewered her quickly as my cock found.