There was a bit of maneuvering of legs for a moment, and I felt his legs press against the outside of mine."Oh FUCK that's tight," Janet moaned, and t...en I felt her starting to move back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her, feeling Mark's rod pressing back and forth against mine, separated by the thin flesh inside of her.I was thrusting up with my hips, feeling the cold air against the exposed part of my cock, as I fucked her with the few inches I could fit inside of her. Mark on the. I made sure I didn’t stare to obviously and kept myself to myself.After a long day of handing out CV's and trying to find a flat I was worn out. I came in, said hi to Shelly, then headed upstairs. A refreshing shower and bed was the answer. I grabbed my stuff and jumped into the shower. I was running my head under the showerhead when I caught a glimpse of Shelly in the mirror. I didn't jump or even make a sign that I had seen her, surly she was just passing the door that’s why I saw her. I. The town that Mrs O grew up in was a typical English suburban town with a few pubs, one nightclub, a lower league football team and nothing to do if you were young. There was a youth club but the "cooler" k**s never went anywhere near it choosing instead to hang around in town making a nuisance of themselves smoking and drinking and anything else they considered rebellious. Mrs O and her friends were somewhere in the middle, neither cool or uncool, occasionally visiting the youth club but. She came over with a smile and leaned in the passenger window.“Hey, Jeff, how are you?” she asked brightly.“I am ok, how have you been?” was my response.“Things have been rough, but they are getting better.” she replied.She went on to tell me that things had quieted down between her and Lance. In fact they had dinner the night before and managed to work out most of the financial arrangements of their divorce. She told me that they actually got along much better now than when they were.