The clock says 6:32. ‘You can be difficult to read at times.’ I counter. ‘ I worry that our past might be distorting things for me.’ ‘Exact...y my point,’ she stands in the doorway that separates my living room from my bedroom. ‘Maybe we should stick to phone calls and witty texts.’ I sigh disappointed and step towards her. I can smell her shampoo and my heart beats fast. I hear her breath labored as she begins to fidget nervously. She looks down so I talk into her hair. ‘Not yet. Stay but a. ..then the next and the next and it seemed to me, after the initial difficult period, the matter in the kitchen had proved something of a turning point. If I had any doubts about that notion they were dispelled once and for all the ensuing weekend.It was a Saturday morning and with it drawing closer to Xmas, hubby and I drove to the nearest main town in order to do some Xmas shopping. To say the least, the weather was not at its best that day and on the journey back the rain was pounding. The opinion was I may be fast to cum but L. was faster.I joined in the conversation but my pussy was aching to get off. I had been left on the edge and my pussy needed to finish.The conversation turned to the guys and who could last longer. Again a race was proposed. Which one of the guys could last longer before cumming.We girls had to promise not to hold back, but do our best to make our husbands cum. We could not suck cock however which I thought was handicapping us unnecessarily.At the. The guests seem to be seeping in slowly, then the concert starts. I inch my way across the sweaty, partying bodies and position myself in the middle of the dance floor. There stand a couple of the meatiest, juciest girls I've ever seen, dancing a bit tipsily. They cheer on each other, and they smile as they see me. Most of them are single, looking to enjoy the night as best as can. I start dancing and grinding next to them, their ocean of lady-fat engulfing me as the dance floor gets more.