The squealed out of the parking lot.When they reached the four-way stop at the intersection, Buddy turned to his partner. "What's eatin' ya?" He watch...d Art unroll a fresh pack of Rolaids and slip not one, but two into his mouth. "Jesus, Art, you look like you're about to faint. What the hell is it? We been pals a long time, if there's something..."Art chomped on the chalky discs, his lips stained white with alkaline.On a lighter note, Buddy chuckled, "How did Kathy like her garden?" Kathy. I eased her to the floor and held her. She grasped my very stiff cock and slowly stroked me. We kissed long and hard and then I held her while she stroked me.Her phone rang and she jumped. Angela got unsteadily to her feet and picked up the receiver and looked at the caller id. She turned to ma and said, "It's Cindy. She's checking to make sure I'm ok."She answered the phone, listened for a bit, smiled and said, "I'm fine, really. Yes, I'm ok."Grinning, she said, "He's a total barbarian. He's. He bites down and bites one, a little too hard, "Ouch, hey!" I say while I'm laughing. He just looks in my face and goes to the other one and bites it too, a little bit harder this time. It hurts but the way he's doing it sends a new wet gush to my pussy and I know it won't take long for him to be down there. I need to cum right now and I tell him that. He spreads my legs and just takes the flat of his tongue and rubs hard from as low as he can get with me on my back, and straight up and stops. Had they done this before or anything like it, I wondered? Did they have an open marriage? So many questions, but it seemed like an unnecessary complication to ask them.Meghan joined her husband on the sofa. She appeared not to want a drink, at least John didn’t ask if she wanted one. I studied her carefully, remembering the image she’d presented the first time I’d met her. She’d played her part well; the anxiety, the embarrassment. I still couldn’t decide how much of what had transpired since.