We started to french kiss. Kiss was broken after a long time with both of us gasping. she was still closing her eyes. I stared to kiss her forehead, a...d slowly moved down. While kissing her boobs she pushed my head against her boobs. I was smelling her aroma (Oh god, I was lucky). She was the girl with every thing located as everyone want. With both of my hands on her boobs, I gone further down. I kissed her abdomen. She was shivering. I slowly smelled the aroma in her Pubic area. She was. At her age Simone obviously had ‘freshly fucked’ all over her face: excited and flushed after her first time. A bit guilty. Standing a bit too close to me.“You bastard!” Lisa opened fire on me. Lisa is not someone who spends a lot of time wondering if she’s right.She stood up. “HOW COULD YOU? RIGHT HERE IN OUR HOUSE?” she yelled.“Well, look...” I had no clue what to say, but it wouldn’t have made any difference.“You bring a girl here and FUCK her while I’m RIGHT HERE IN THE HOUSE!” she screamed. I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the damned.I woke up the next morning feeling great...birds shining, sun chirping. My. They were magnificent. How come I’d never noticed before?After a few seconds, I noticed that Melissa was frowning. Then she smiled at me. ”You’re staring, Sissy… do you want to touch them?”“What? Oh, sorry.” I was flustered but quickly recovered. “Can I?”‘Yes, go ahead. Then maybe you’ll settle down and we can shower and go shopping.” Despite being a little surprised at her terse reaction — after all, sex had been a major and frequent topic lately — I gently touched a breast, sliding my palm.