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While the thought of seeing more of Miranda is tempting you decide you've pushed your luck far enough as it is, and the odds are that as the night goes on you'll get chance to see even more of Miranda. You creep backwards through the bushes, like a covert soldier fleeing enemy territory. Once you're firmly out of sight of the bathroom window you stand up straight to inspect the damage to your clothes. Besides some dirt and a few errant twigs you seem fine. A quick rub mostly rectifies both problems and you hurry back through the thick foliage to the door you left through, hoping your long absence hasn't been noticed.

Stepping into the warm light of the hall you look around cautiously before hastening your steps through Sarahs decorated halls back to the living room. You push the door open and are greeted by the sight of Sarah, sat alone. When she hears the door open she looks up from her phone and makes eye contact with you.

"Hey John. Glad you're back." She said, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face "Come, sit with me." She patted the seat next to her. Hesitantly you cross the room and gently sit down where she indicated, careful to leave a slight gap between the two of you.

A gap that Sarah instantly fills as she pushes her body up against you, her shoulder brushing yours and a hand on your thigh. "So, did you talk to Matt?" she asks, practically talking directly into your ear.

"No, I couldn't find him." You respond, technically being honest. "He's probably just sulking somewhere." She sighs. "Don't worry he'll get over it." As she said the word "it" her hand crept up your leg, coming dangerously close to your crotch and your throbbing erection. "Miranda finally finished her dare by the way." She said, her tone suggesting that she was doing more than just making conversation. "Here, wanna see?" Before you could answer either way Sarah had the image up on her phone and thrust it before you.

For the second time in ten minutes you were staring at your crushes breasts, coated in Toms jizz. The framing cut off the top half of Mirandas face but her lips were still in shot, split into a dazzling smile that you would recognize anywhere as Mirandas. It was incredible how she could smile so genuinely while being used as Toms cum rag. Speaking of cum, from this angle the amount on her chest seemed even more absurd. It looked as if she had received loads from a firing squad of guys rather than just one singular dick. Like Sarah could read your mind she exclaimed "Look at all that fucking cum!", her tone either taunting or jealous.

"No way she got that load just by using her hands. I bet she gave him something else." She continued, her tone definitely taunting now. "What do you think she gave hiM to milk out all that cum?” You glare at her, annoyed by her teasing even though you know it's inaccurate. In reality Miranda gave Tom something immeasurably precious. She gave him her poor innocent friend Nicole and he used her as a sextoy while Miranda just sat and watched.

“And I did too.” You think to yourself shamefully, realising that you’re almost as complicit in Nicoles humiliation as Miranda. Though of course you can’t breathe a word of any of this to the gossipy Sarah. You don’t want to make yourself into a creep and you also don’t want to embarrass your friend and make Miranda go through whatever a forfeit is. So instead you remain quiet as Sarah rambles about nothing, her soft hot body pressed against yours. You simply bite your tongue and wait for the others to come back.

You don’t have to wait long