“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she moaned. “So you still want it.” She nodded and pressed on until the full length of him was enveloped within her....“How can something so wrong feel so good?” she asked. “It’s the thrill,” he grinned. “I’m not your husband, but my cock is buried deep inside you, and you like the feeling. By the way, I like the feeling, too.” “I’m glad we did it this way. I wanted to fuck you and I did.” “I thought I’d give you the option. You don’t feel guilty about it, do you?” She. Later Joann was back in her bed and I was on the pull-out where I gave my clitoris the loveliest workout ever. I came more times that night than I care to remember.The next morning Joann asked me if I was Okay with what had happened the night before.I said yes, she laughed out loud, telling me she had heard me, even watched me masturbating after she had gone to bed. This actually made me feel better for some reason.That night was the first of many times I sat watched Joann as she would. . of course, the odds of me getting her there were "Slim" and "None" and "Slim was walking out the door." She had near-shoulder length jet-black hair, an attractive face, and curves everywhere I looked... except for a very flat stomach. Well, her boobs were a little flat for my taste too, although I was impressed with the way her nipples were standing up through the material of her matching top-and-shorts set.She stopped in the middle of the living room. I said "As you can see, you come into. It wasn’t that kissing a girl seemed yuck. But Alice?Alice leaned forward and planted her lips on mine. They felt soft and, when my mouth instinctively opened, her tongue slid across my lips and swirled with mine. The kiss went on and on, seemingly lasting an eternity, and felt so different to Dingo’s kiss. Really good actually.“Like that?” she asked, as our lips parted.“Yeah. Way better than Dingo, like I felt your tongue in my mouth. Hey, I think he came in his pants.”“Cool, the kiss I mean..