How was your night? I asked, changing the subject. Oh you know, nothing too exciting, just fucked a man! she squealed. I jumped out of bed and hugged ...er as we squealed together. I didnt think Carly would go through with it. We sat on my bed and she told me everything, how they drank half a bottle of vodka together as they watched a movie, how his hand slid slowly up her leg towards her crotch, how they hurriedly stripped each other and fucked like wild animals, how they fucked three times. You can imagine the effect on a sexually frustrated guy who is not fucking his wife anymore. I was like the hungry dog being tantalized with a juicy bone. Jeez, Father, you should see some of the outfits this girl wears!Could we not blaspheme? Effing and blinding is one thing. Taking the Lord’s name in vain is quite another.Sorry Father. Should I continue?Oh yes. Please tell me about these outfits. I’m interested and so is the Lord.Oh god, so we’re talking...Son, have I not just warned you?Oh. One set attached to two hairy legs she immediately recognized as her husband’s. On the other set of feet, she noticed a rose tattoo on the right ankle. She stared at it with a sickening feeling, she knew that particular tattoo really well. Then, like a sledge hammer between her eyes, it dawned on her that the tattoo looked familiar because it belonged to her very best friend. Her kindred spirit. Her confidant. The fact that she lived next door to her made it sink in deeper. She. We passionately started kissing I kissed her whole body she told she cant bear it; just fuck meee. I guided my cock which was hard again it went easily as she was full wet I was feeling I’m entering in to heaven we started a hot session I was just pounding her like there is no tomorrow; she was so hooot that she was asking me to fuck her more hard she was just telling fucccckkkkk me haaaaaarrrrrfddd, fillllll myyyyyyy pussssssyyyyy, tear it like anything, fuck me like a bitch. I was.