Brett and Bobbie moved on in their lives and John and I were living together at the time of this story. John was, (and still is) a teacher and I was a...junior articles clerk in a solicitor’s office.John and I loved each other very much but we both missed Bobbie and Brett. Bobbie and I exchange horny emails every now and again but they now live at the other end of the country and I live in Indonesia . Before I came here we only saw each other about once a year. A couple of years ago Bobbie spent. Everyone started clapping to the beat of the music and cheering the waiters as they performed this Turkish dance. The music slowed, almost to a standstill, and that was the cue for the waiters to get a partner to join them on the dance floor. Our two waiters came over and asked Shilla and I to join them. I hesitated at first, but with the drink and Shilla shouting, “come on!” I overcame my fear and joined them. Shilla told me to link my arms over the shoulders of. She held him also and she was very quiet for a long time.She leaned forward and kissed him, "Wow, it looks like some things still work. I forgot how good it feels. You're a very kind and considerate lover."She reached between them and grabbed his cock, "There's still one test. I have to know."He kissed her and caressed her breasts and flank for a long time. When she began to respond to his caresses he moved between her legs and moved forward. As the head of his cock touched her he looked up and. " "Fear not, Kell," Gale reassuringly replied, in an effort to placate that lover-girl of hers. "You'll see. It'll fit just fine." "Oh, no it won't." Kelly's voice was tinged with the raw essence of incredulity. Pushing the dildo in a smidgen or so more, Gale, with impish giggle, countered, "Oh, yes it will. Trust me. If it fit me, it'll fit you." "Gale!" Kelly, felling as if her loins were on the verge of being torn asunder, shrilly clamored. "Please, not so fast. You need to slow it.