Speed fucking Stories

Friday was a lazy day, and Jim decided we should go to the bar for dinner and drinks, even though it wasn't our usual night. We sat at the table by the dance floor, even though there was no band that night, just a jukebox. As I looked around, I noticed a few of the regulars. I wore a crop top and a denim skirt, nothing else. When I bent over, even a little, you could easily see my tits from the front or side. The waiter c...

I couldn't believe what the fuck was happening. There was Eric, proud as punch with his cock shoved in some slut's mouth, occasionally glancing over at me with a 'Wow, look at me, I'm getting head' smile on his stupid face. I love him to death, but boy, does he piss me off sometimes; no sorry, actually it’s a lot of the times.It was Déjà vu and I was living my High school prom all over again. Well, not the cock in the mou...