Her nylons zipping as she minced on thehigh stiletto heels as she wiggled in her tight, nylon lined black woolskirt. Her breasts jiggling in her blue...satin bow blouse.She continued on upstairs mincing down the hallway of the quiet housethen turned into her bedroom. She looked at Timmy still there andsmiled as she turned and closed and then locked the bedroom door. Sheminced to the windows, the white nylon sheers already closed, she thenpulled the draperies fully closed then turned her. Look under the bed."The sight of her bending over to get what Keith called his 'box-of-tricks' from under the bed made my cock throb and when he moved round to replace his fingers with a hot tongue, it throbbed even harder."You watching?" Tracy asked, holding a long, flesh-coloured dong up to her mouth."Mmmm hmmm." Keith mumbled without missing a beat, making me shiver as the ripples scurried along my spine.Tracy looked me in the eye, smiled smugly and began licking the tip, extending her. And then it all came to a head last Saturday night, after dinner at their place, while we were enjoying drinks in theliving room. I should have seen it coming, I realize now, but still I was taken aback when, during a moment ofsilence, Kim, sitting next to me on the couch, looked over at her husband and asked, "Is it time, honey?" Go for it," Alex answered with a satisfied grin.With that, Kim leaned in close to me and planted her lips on mine for a kiss that took my breath away. Then,breaking. It scared me, I admit it; it terrified me. For Terry it always seemed to be all about the fun; it was a sport. I couldn't do that. And you, Eve, you were the school slut. You'd fuck a snake if it bought you a pretty bauble or took you for a ride in its new yacht. I guess you weren't really the school slut, you were the school whore! I'll bet you never felt anything when they were between your oh-so-pretty legs. What'd you do while they were busy? Count up how much you were making?" Eve's eyes.