“Like this?” he asked.“Well, that’ll do for now,” she said. “Would you like to touch me when I’m naked, pressing my body against yours?�...�He gasped as she pulled herself tightly against him. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he replied.“How about if you were naked as well, you could really feel my body then,” said Shelley. Her hands moved up his back and stroked his hair, as he tightened his grip on her, allowing his hand to move down to her arse. “I bet you’d love to fuck me wouldn’t you?” she said in his. He kept on talking to me, Oh baby I love your puss its sotight you little slut. Come on slut tell me how you like getting yourpuss fucked! Soon I was telling him to fuck me harder, pushing my pussback to his thrust. You could hear the smack as he drove into my ass,and I guess someone must have heard us. I never even saw the other guycome up with his hard cock and put it right in my face. I eagerly tookhis cock into my mouth and began licking and sucking him to the tempoof the fucking I was. .. Michael!" she called.A moment later a brown haired man of perhaps thirty-five came walking in. His short cropped beard gave him an indescribable sense of worldliness, thought Jan, somewhat like one of the mysterious and romantic leading men on one of her soaps. His eyes scanned them both instantly but returned to Jan as he smiled."Honey, this is Tim and Jan Dennison, they're our next door neighbors and came by to say welcome. They brought this lovely cake." Hey, that's really nice of you.. Take my word for it. Don't read about yours." Just thinking about those I've lost along the way hurt too much to put into words, so I didn't, and Angela was merciful and let it drop.When we were back in the house, Angela wanted to snuggle and take a nap, so we stripped and crawled under a quilt. Angela seemed to like touching me, and after securing my promise not to penetrate her, due to the soreness, she ran her hands all over me. That led to my fingers finding places on her that drove her.