Mark had always been the faithful sort. He'd never cheated on anyone. Even when he was single and could afford to get high (before the government of N...ational Unity became so ridiculously heavy-handed in enforcing the laws on drug possession), he'd never been keen on casual sex. He would never make love with a mate's girlfriend or wife. That just wouldn't be right. How would he like it if the same thing happened to him?When their long working day was over, Mark and Molly made their separate ways. " Hazel paused, as it occurred to her she didn't know, in any important way, who this guy was, "he's Bob. He lives in the building next door." And you ladies are very lucky to know Hazel," Bob tipped his glass as if making a toast, then took a small sip. "But you didn't tell them the relevant part. What do I do for a living, Hazel? Do you remember?"She wracked her brain, "You're a chemist, or something." Very good. That's what I like about you; every time we talk I can tell you're paying. " I snap back to reality just in time to read the sign."Hugh G. Johnson's College for the town of Brightsville" Quite a mouth full."Hey, look who it is." Stacy says with a hint of annoyance. Right at the sign was Amy Greene. She was my best friend and also had the biggest, most obvious crush on Stacy, who did not feel the same. Amy was a good looking girl, a short Irish girl who was always cheery. She would often jump up and down, making her oversized breasts bounce. Although, she never. As she lithely spun her legs beneath her and came to her knees, her mouth attached itself to his softening cock head. As she tasted the glistening nectar and felt the hot, gently pulsing flesh of Frank's manhood, she was struck by a wave of arousal that flared her nostrils and forced her to gasp. The taste and scent of raw lust filled her head. A pre-orgasmic convulsion tied her abdomen in a knot.She released him, panting and fell back to the floor. Her husband's dick was still lodged in.