Writing letters was not a problem, it was what you said in them that taxed the mental processes and I could never think of anything to say. But as is ...he way of things gradually the letters eased to once every two weeks from Marilyn, then three weeks then once a month then nothing. I was as much to blame as she, for I had written less often than Marilyn. It was not that I didn't want to keep the correspondence going, but with little chance of seeing Marilyn for some time there seemed to be no. But one weekend things for me changed in a way I had never imagined them to. “Lilly!” Annie wailed happily and wrapped her arms around me so tightly I was afraid she might kill me. “Woah.” I chuckled. “It’s nice to see you but I’d rather keep my internal organs all in one piece if that’s okay with you.” We were stood hugging on her doorstep. I’d just got back from my grandparents house in Cornwall and hadn’t seen her for two weeks. It was her birthday the following day, so I’d come back early. Smack...smack! Mark's slapping hand soon turned Kathy's ass a bright red and I could clearly see the imprint of his big hand on her firm quivering asscheeks. His cock was a blur as he slammed it repeatedly in and out of Kathy's clenching pussyhole making her moan with pleasure.Suddenly, Mark stopped and whipped his swollen dick out of Kathy's wet clasping pussy. I quickly jerked back away from the doorway, afraid of being seen as Mark pulled Kathy from off top of him and rolled her onto her. She stripped almost all the way down (I think she just had panties on), and snuggled up to me, head on my breast, my arm around her. She was doing her famous "starfish" impression by suctioning herself to my side and body.She began slowly and seductively touching me all over, which made me ticklish too. She complained about my clothes, remarking on how unfair it was that she was naked and I wasn't. I removed the nuisance-making clothing and we continued to touch each other in this way for a.