“What would you like?”“What you have looks good to me,” she replied.“Well then, here. I haven’t even touched it yet.” I passed her my wi...e glass and turned to her friend.“I’ll just have a beer,” he answered, reaching into an ice filled bowl on the table and finding a bottle. “I’m Al and this is Lisa. What’s your name?”“I’m Amber.” I made myself another glass of wine. “Nice to meet you. I got here a bit late. It looks like you two have already had some fun.” There was a little sheen of sex sweat. ..” he mused with twinkling eyes. “ Well you may even need some sun cream applied to that soft fair skin of yours Mrs Chiverton.”It’s hot in Jones’s little car.Jones’s elbow blithely rubs against my breast as he remarks on the rising sap of springtime.Bemused at the old chap’s sauce, I ponder on events in my own life ... of Gilbert leaving for over-seas a year ago ... of my unanswered letters to him ... our romance lost in the past ... of Guy leaving home for his studies... We get to the end of. Her clasping warmth slid down my shaft as I struggled against orgasm. She rode me to orgasm, and then I made sure Bill could clearly see her pussy lips pressed against my balls as I pumped her full of cum. As I lay on the bed kissing my wife, I hoped Bill imagined it were his cum dripping out of my wife. — The next was Saturday, and everybody was home. I went over to help Bill split a cord of firewood he had picked up that morning. We took turns running the splitter, and stopped for a break. Norman was content as he sipped some hot cocoa. He paused on one page, examining an advertisement with a striking model in it. Her face was very appealing to Norman, who stared at the page. Well, stared is too strong a word, but Norman was quit taken with her face. He looked up as Kate walked into the room, and recoiled as she let out a piercing shriek. Dropping the magazine, he jumped up in surprise, feeling the odd sensation of hair flying around his face. He grabbed a handful as Kate shouted.