You ask James for a ride.

"I'm going to go get dressed, have a good one!" I smiled a little nervously at Matt, and he nodded in understanding, climbing onto the bus. It drove off and I turned around, heading back home.

I came in and crossed to the kitchen, hoping to catch James before he'd left.

I certainly did.

James was laying on the table, his feet dangling off toward me, and Sarah was riding him. Hard. The only thing she still had on seemed to be a blue butt plug, bouncing furiously up and down in front of me.

"Oh god yes!" Sarah cried, shoving him deep inside, grinding down on his cock, her body spasming gently.

Well. This is awkward...