Patricia lived relatively near me, but on the opposite side of town from Mike. Being the good friend that I was, I stuck around afterward, helping mys...lf to drinks at the Golden Globe, waiting for them to go in the back for a quick good night kiss. For thirty minutes afterward, despite their best efforts, I could hear the grunts and groans as Mike penetrated the tight ass of Patricia (just as I had hours ago and may not ever again.) with his "good night kiss". From the moans of both of them. . ?” asked Jody, grunting slightly as she lifted a heavy case.“I’m the boss,” he said, simply.“Then it sucks to be the boss,” she said, smiling widely.“It’s not so bad,” he said. “I was married, but it ended badly. That was ten years ago and I’ve gotten used to it.”“So you’re not gay.”“No,” he said, dryly. “I’m not gay.”“Neither am I,” said Jody, her voice matter of fact. “People assume I am, though.” She stood up from depositing another box on the sled. “It’s my looks. I look butch. I only do. Moaning into each others mouths we savored her musky sweetness as my fingers again explored her molten depths. Not yet down from her previous orgasm, she built quickly toward another as my thumb strummed her clit and my fingers danced up inside her. Still hungrily kissing, she bucked against my invading fingers until she stiffened again, her breath catching in her throat, her cunt squeezing my fingers, and her precious essence dripping freely down her crevice of her sex onto the bed. I. It was hot and sexy. Do it again?" Tammy said. I looked around her at Kiley, who sat there with her mouth wide open. "Guess I should probably stop now huh? I don't want your mom finding out," I said. She looked at me, her mouth wide open, and when she finally spoke, I was surprised as hell. "Oh no. I've never seen someone do this up close and personal for real. Don't stop anything that you're doing," Kiley said. I was surprised. It was not what I'd expected her to say. But God, I didn't want to.