Tom put his hand on her shoulder. “Jill are you and Rebecca ... you know ... intimate? Jill? Do you like ... girls?” She was blushing and didn’t...make eye contact. Something Tom had wondered about, just by the way she acted around Rebecca. “I need you to tell me Jill. Are you?”She let go of his cock and held her hands in front of her, looking up at Tom, almost sad. “Beck and I are such good friends, about a year ago, for some reason I began to have fantasies about her. Things we could do. Lucy hoped that one day she could have a bedroom like that."Do you like the bedroom, Lucy?" Oh yes! It's lovely!" Well, if you do things right, your husband can earn enough to afford all these one day." What should I do, Mrs. Hancock?" First, take me as your friend and call me Helen." All right, Mrs. Hancock... I mean, Helen," Lucy laughed, making Helen laugh also. Then they sat on the sofa in the bedroom."Can I tell you frankly what you should do to help your husband?" Yes, Helen... please.". It felt so good going in and I stopped.“Oh, Leon. Fuck! Your head is big. Please go easy so I can enjoy this. Push your hips up slowly so I can feel every inch. Agghhhh. Yes. I have never had anything this big in my ass.”Leon gave a slow push as I consumed his entire dick. I felt full and horny.“Fuck me slow. Pull out and push back in. That is it, Leon, feels so good.”“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Zak, your muscles are gripping my dick. This is so intense, and I am not going to last long. Yes! Yes! I have. The stereo system was blaring at peak capacity, and she knew what that meant... her husband Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she knew who insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down to work.She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort... maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest.