Slowly, Anders climbs out of the car. All the lights in the house are off. He looks at his watch seeing that it is late. So late in fact that somehow ...e lost about four hours of his life. His wife, Janelle, is certainly going to be pissed that he is home so late. So he takes a steadying breath and heads to the door. Quietly, he unlocks the door, slips inside and locks it again. The house is nearly covered in complete darkness, except for the light from the moon slipping through the. She renewed her assault on the hard cock in front of her. The smell of sex filled her nostrils as she licked and sucked.Just then, two hands grasped her hips and Joyce felt another cock forcing its way into her pussy from behind. She jerked her head around to identify the offending source. There, red-faced and anguished, was Jack fucking her furiously. Joyce's mind went on sensory overload. It was Jack, her friend, her host, Sally's husband.Where did he come from?She glanced across the room at. All I could do was hope my last ditch effort took hold. Of course I wondered all night long. I may have drifted in and out of a fitful sleep for a few minutes now and then but basically I had a sleepless night.Both Kendra and I worked days. In fact we both started at seven in the morning but I had a further commute and I also went in at six-thirty. I was the service manage at Craig’s Ford—Lincoln and I liked to have all the computers going and things ready to rock by the time the others started. A wicked, beautiful thought passed through her mind. She had to share this extra-moral love with Sara. Sara had to be able to know not just understand." Sara," she said into her friends beautiful, but far from innocent face, " I want you see it."Sara looked at Becky perplexed for a moment. See what? See them? She couldn't mean that could she? Yes, she could, and she did." Sara," Becky repeated softly, " I want you to see me make love to Jenny." You want me to watch you?" Sara asked, even more.