Then Henry shot a full load into Roger a few seconds before they both fell on top of each other, exhausted and satisfied. That’s when they realized ...he candle was out. “Must have been a gust of wind”, suggested Henry“I don’t think so Henry, but I think you might recognize who blew it out”, chuckled RogerSuddenly the candle was lit again and Henry could see two figures wearing rather heavy coats which were a size too big for them. They took off the coats and they were dressed in trousers with. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off with his boxers. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground. I got off the bed and turned my ass towards him and slowly lowered my ass on to his lap so he could touch it a little but not have it completely. I remembered that was his favorite body part of mine. I asked him how badly he wanted me and he almost couldn't speak. I saw sweat pouring down his face and beading up on his chest and I knew he couldn't handle it much longer. I got down on. The word sounded doubly obscene coming from such a decorous looking woman.“Then this is how it must be,” the woman said. Then she smiled, her tone lightening. “And we must be on our way. Can’t be late. I’ll explain more in the car.”Mary would never be able to explain to herself how she had ended up in the woman’s car. Somehow or other she had felt that there was no other course of action available to her. She would remember sitting silently as the blonde woman drove, before steeling herself to. They just got finished with a morning of tennis, and now they were in the locker room. They only went there to dry themselves with towels, and rest a bit (neither of them liked to shower in public). Stacy looked over at Linda, watching as she slid the towel up and down her tanned legs, and said, I dont know why you have to wear your socks pulled up that high for. That look went out in the eighties, and youre not a little schoolgirl, anymore. Linda smiled, and turned her back to her best friend..