Tyler's voice was soft now. You notice Sophie's other hand.

She's not looking at him anymore, well not at his face. Your ex-girlfriend is standing about three yards away with your best friend's thick flaccid cock in her hand. The thing looks like the end of a fire hose the way it lays across her palm, so long that it flops over the edge. None of this really registers with you. You see it happening, but your mind is whirling.

She giggles and looks up at him. "Oh sorry were you saying something?"

"Fuck you!" Tyler laughs back.

She bits her bottom lip and gives an exaggerated look like she really can't make up her mind, but cant stop from laughing again.

They must be playing some kind of game.

She pushes him away, but Tyler grabs a wrist and pulls her in. She bites at his neck. Tyler cries out for a second, but catches a hold of Sophie's long blond hair. She drops her arms and her jaw, and he tosses her onto the cushion, like some kitten being scruffed.