Tom watched her lips slide back and forth on Frank's cock, saw the rigid pole glistening with her saliva. His curious gaze once more traveled down to her chest where her firm breasts were rolling with her body's motion, her proud nipples still poking at her shirt. Further down, her shorts had ridden up slightly on her soft thigh.

"Stroke the base now, Sweetie," Frank told her. "Oh yea. Like that."

"I want a beer," Jason announced, standing up. Walking over to the door, he opened it and bent down. When he turned around he held an open 12-pack. Tom guessed they'd placed it outside his door when knocking, either...