I could see it between them, a casual touch eliciting a gasp, a stray brush of hand to breast when they thought I wasn't looking, and the lingering kisses goodbye as Mike and I headed out to work. Just seeing them look at each other was driving me nuts and several times I wanted to crash into the bathroom and flog away picturing what I wanted to do to Donna, but out of respect for them, I refrained. The sexual tension continued building until the last night I stayed there. Celebrating my immanent return to my house and my friend's overwhelming hospitality I picked up a couple of six packs. Our makeshift party was nice, with Mike and Donna helping me pack while we guzzled beer and the three of us crashing onto their sofa. Mike and I sat down first with not much room between us. I expected Donna to sit on the other side of Mike and was surprised when she squeezed in between us. The room got suddenly quiet for me as I tried to quell the tent rising in my pants, inspired by the sensation of Donna's thighs, shoulders and arms brushing against mine. Not to mention her ass, her ass...

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