The first story was simply titled: “Meeting in a bar”, and she started reading.“You probably won't believe me if I told you this is a true story... so I won't bother. But this happened one day as I visited my regular bar just to have a few drinks and chat with my mates and maybe make a few new acquaintances. As I was sitting there, thinking about nothing in particular, I noticed this woman sitting at the bar with an almost empty glass of red wine in front of her. She seemed to be alone, and I had. All whilst Clara- Shit! He had forgotten all about Clara! I hope Emily told her to say nothing of what happened... watched and rubbed her pussy frantically. God he was so hard. Clive seriously considered slipping from bed and paying his daughter a visit, but the fear of getting caught by his wife was far too great. Instead, he just lay there, wrapped up in his wife’s arms, too aroused to sleep and suffered.The rest of the week continued its frantic pace. Irene had arranged for the funeral,. Wanna make a snowman with me?! Please mom, itll be fun! she begged. I didnt answer her for a second, walking closer to Chris, my eyes staring at him lustfully. You should go mom he chuckled, pushing me lightly back. You know Jess isnt gonna stop until you do. Fine! I guess youre right honey I giggled. But youre coming as well! Id love to help sweetie! And Ill bring you an extra helper too! I shouted back, dragging Chris out of his room as we headed downstairs. Okay, you better not mess it up. A few moments of this had her back arching and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He lapped up her sweet juices with his tongue. They tasted like the ambrosia from the gods. He looked up at her. Her pink nipples were hard and her chest flushed. She lay there breathing harshly trying to catch her breath. He kissed his way back up to breast, sliding his hot mouth open upon the sensitive flesh of her slim stomach. The contact made her jerk in response. He reached her nipples and sucked.