I was just about ready to get up and see what was going on when there she was. My wife was being carried into the bedroom by my best friend Chris. She...was giggling as he sat her down on the bed and my heart was already racing as I watched what was unfolding. Paulene was half naked and wearing only her white bra and knickers as she lay back flat on her back. Chris was holding up her leg and unfastening the buckle on her heels as she giggled and squirmed around on the bed. After removing her. I took a deep breath and let my throat relax, he was filling my thorax and soon his pubic hair was hard against my face, I was deep throating him and could feel his thrusting as he raised his bum in response, his dirty mouthings making no secret of his pleasure in sticking his cock down my throat.With my free hand I sought my own crotch and my own pleasure point, frigging myself now I had the implement of desire halfway down my throat.My eyes closed I concentrated on my own impending release,. Damian went missing three week ago. They could have gone looking for him but no, this was something I had to do for myself. My footsteps echoed loudly as I made my way down the darkened ally. My black leather knee high boots didn’t do well for stealth and I was glad I decided to go the rout of party go-er than spy. I reached the door of the club where a tall and pale male stood wearing all black and a leather chocker around his neck. “Haven’t seen you here before,” he spoke as I walked up and. Lsa was that kind of friend that i really didn't want to cross the line at all. She was a teacher at the Liverpool University but a portuguese girl. She was on her 40's in 2004 and she knew since the first day we met i had always been les. She was single and straight. We never ever talked a lot about sex. I was quite afraid of lose control and then lose a friend. Everytime we talked...and we talked for hours, i had to focus on not talking about women love. And i quite succeeded.