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fucked with the room mates

... grasping my rigid tool with the other. She proceeded to lead me into the condo as if I were her pet on a leash. In her bedroom, she pushed me onto the mattress and clicked a porno on the big screen. On her way back to the bed she doused the lights and scooped up a tube of baby oil. This started out to be an interesting little hot tub adventure. Then a mysterious transformation took place that left me in a sort of sexual limbo. Everything that I thought I knew and that I believed was expected of me, had been flipped on it's ear. I know Lizzy. She is not that drunk. I've seen her drink many times and stay cool as ice. And she is no bimbo or slut. She was an honors student who turned down good job offers to get married and start a family. My three psych courses have prepared me to analyze this situation. I'm fairly certain I've come to the correct diagnosis. The patient is alone and miserable, the alcohol boost enabled her to express her feelings of aging and inadequacies. In lay mens terms- she wants laid before she grows one more day older! Now this mystery has morphed into fascination. We are laying in her bed, naked. With big, fluffy towels draped over us, more for warmth than concealment. The flickering image of a sexual tryst on the screen provides the backdrop. An ice-filled bucket of beers fuels the foreplay. And her roving fingers, tracing seductive, teasing paths along my thighs are laying the groundwork to the point of no return. And we got there at light speed. The ...

... towels and sheets have been thrown aside and Lizzy's head is resting on my abdomen, her big blue eyes only inches from my rock-solid erection. Her fingertips, moistened by her saliva, lightly brush the shaft of my cock, sending sparks to my balls. She looked entranced as she explored each vein and ridge as if she had never seen such an angry beast. She eyed me tentatively, seeming to ask for my approval, as her hand closed around my pole. Her fingers began to gently stroke up and down it's length. She marveled at it's thickness, complimenting me over it's heft and girth. Her tongue hesitantly reached out to occasionally lick a sloppy trail from my balls, nestled in their wiry, light-brown thatch, up to the helmeted cap, and then twirl around the tip of my straining rod. I arched my back to thrust my phallus at her sexy pout. Oily droplets formed at the tip of my cock and she coyly licked them, savoring the salty flavor. All my emotional restraint was melting into an animalistic surge of desire and hunger. With one last shred of decency, I reached out to grab her wrist and shift my body away from hers. "Lizard, maybe it's time to call it a night? I'm not sure you're thinking straight." "Please don't stop me Joey. I know what's happening and I know what I'm doing. Tonight, I'm not your sister. I'm not some whorey drunk or a pathetic loser. I'm a grown woman lucky enough to have found a sexy guy I want to give my body to. Lay back and enjoy the ride then feel free to do anything ...