His vision began to consume me, that look of sadness that night. The guilt plagued me, his face torn and contorted in anguish. Sometimes I wondered ho... I, as a man, could have done that, denied that, refused that.It had been two months since he'd approached me. Maybe I was starting to understand where he was coming from. Maybe his lack of response to all the hints I'd tried to drop had gone unnoticed. Maybe I'd started to feel the way he'd had... rejected. Every time I'd pass by him, a few. She unbuttoned the shorts, pulled down the zipper and fished his penis out into the open. In my mind, I quickly compared Brad's cock to my dad's and decided my dad's was bigger.By now my pussy was not only tingling, it was wet. I glanced at Cindy, noted she was watching the action in the window, and put my hand between my legs. The moment I touched myself, I felt the dampness in the crotch of my shorts. I rubbed slowly, glancing between the window and Cindy.It was clear that Kathy and Brad were. .not so frenzied.You stroke my head with your hands (the sight of your gorgeous red nails makes my chest ache).I kiss your cheeks, your eyes, your neck so lovely.How could the gentle line of your nose arouse such fiery animal desires in me?You close your eyes and sigh deeply.My kisses travel down between your breasts, over your stomach. I kiss your navel, licking it, then slow my pace, pressing each kiss into your flesh.Lower.You stop breathing, frozen, waiting. Then you feel it---my warm kiss. When I got back to the sitting room, Joan lay on herback on the couch, with Eva lying on top of her. Theywere locked in a kiss that exhibited the passion theyfelt for each other. The sexual tension was so thickone could smell it.I poured another cognac for myself, hoping to burn offmy need to cum with a drunk. But what was going on inthe room sobered me and filled me with sexual awe. Ihad never seen two people make love as these womenwere. My own experience is one of attempting to meet.