I was cleaning up the entire room, while they were sitting and gossiping over there. After I cleaned up the things, I went sat near them reading up my...magazines.I noticed that his friend was staring at me. I was kind of liking it but wasn’t fully into it. So I left and lay on my bed, reading magazine, slowly dozed off to sleep. I felt thirsty in the middle of the night. Searched for the water bottle, but my lazy husband didn’t refill it.So I woke up and went into the kitchen to fetch some water. If I leave you here, can you get undressed, shower, and get dressed again?’ ‘I think so, Steve. Thanks.’ He gave me a funny look. ‘You’ve never called me Steve before.’ ‘Oh! I didn’t think. You introduced yourself as Steven, I just always called you that. Is it okay? Which would you prefer?’ ‘Well, normally I hate it when people call me Steve. But for some reason, it doesn’t bother me when you do it. I guess you can use whichever you want.’ I smiled. ‘Just yell if you need anything, okay?’ With. I’m still in shock, but this stage I didn’t care. She shuffled around to the side and thought it would be rude not to show my appreciation. I pulled her gusset to one side, to reveal a huge hairy bush, I caressed her clit for a while, slipping my finger inside intermittently which she seemed to enjoy. She was so wet, I kept tasting her pussy juices from my fingers and rubbing it over my throbbing cock head. I couldn’t take much more; I wanted to fuck her pussy. I kneeled on the bed and rolled. “I do because there’s no such thing as a lousy fuck.”“Brad!” she teasingly cried.“Well, it’s true. Some girls are really vocal and active when we fuck and others just lay there taking in the experience. I enjoy them either way.”Abby had Brad pull out and turned onto her left side. He cuddled against her back, lifting her leg over his she guided his cock back home. “I like this position too because you can touch my body more as we fuck.”“I agree.”He kissed her neck as his right hand fondled her.