I especially tell her about kicking George out for good. I also tell her about seeing Charlie not only fucking my hubby, but how Charlie's dad was fuc...ing her man. When I tell her everything, she gets pissed, too. Probably more pissed than I was when I saw some stranger fucking my man's ass."You're totally right," she says. "We don't need those losers. Hell, after what they've done to us, we ought to be able to take them for all their worth and live comfortably for the rest of our lives. I know. About a dozen 13-year olds huddled in the protection of the basement shadows for one of our Friday night 'get-togethers'. Everyone had paired off with this week's crush with hopeful intent. Some were kissing, others slow-dancing, pressing their young bodies into each other – innocently allowing velvet earth quakes to shimmer through their flesh. Chris and I were sitting in a corner not saying a word. I knew what was coming and my heart was beating like a marching drum. He moved so our faces. I picked Karen up and went through to the spare room and threw her on the bed before kicking off my socks and removing my boxers, exposing my 7" meaty cock, then joined Karen on the bed, taking her bra off then turning her on all fours before sliding her thong off over her sexy arse then kissing it gently as she swayed it in front of my eyes. I then turned her on her back, pinning her hands over her head as I kissed her passionately, feeling her tongue wrap around mine, I then lowered my head. "Not much really... just a camisole top and matching panties." Are you going to show us?" he continued.She got off the couch, and as she did so, I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of her bare pudenda. She returned, carrying a small bag emblazoned with the name, Victoria's Secret.The temperature had begun to drop, and Clare's nipples were prominent, as she reached into the bag, and pulled out the silver grey camisole. She unfolded it and held it against her body. There was another flash of.