She gave me her expert head, and out of nowhere her husband burst into the bathroom and caught us. That was the end of that, until this year’s 4th o... July party when I noticed Debbie there. And she saw me. And both of us knew, without having to say it, that we had to get together again. But the one thing that really pissed me off was when my girlfriend talked to Debbie’s husband, smiling and laughing, yet both of them giving me and Debbie the evil eye as if to say, “Don’t even think about it.”. This would probably the first time I have seen her breasts and I cannot keep my eyes from devouring the sight. I would kiss her breasts and run my tongue around her nipples, enjoying them hardening and responding. Now would be the time that I would encourage her to lie back on the bed and kiss her mouth, enjoying the play of our tongues and gently stroking her face, hair and breasts. I would loosen the buttons and zipper on her jeans, ever sensitive to any slight sign of reluctance to continue. ‘I always finger my asshole and pretend it’s your cock.’ She was turning out to be quite adventurous. Not the shy teenager I had expected. I pulled out my finger and lay on the bed. ‘Climb aboard baby, I want to taste your pussy too.’ She needed no further encouragement and swung a leg over my face placing her pussy inches away from my eager tongue. I stuck my tongue out and touched her clit teasing it with quick flicks. She lowered herself down and grasped my cock in her hand and began to. “Jocelyn and Clarissa aren’t around,” she said. “Would you put on Born in the U.S.A.?”“Sure,” I replied.I put the Springsteen album on the turntable and adjusted the volume. I was just about to sit down when the phone rang. I walked over to the phone and answered.“Mikey? It’s Liz!”“Hi! What’s up?”“Paul and I decided to get married in December!”“And that won’t cause a problem with his parole?”“No. It’s all cool.”“What day?” I asked.“I’m not sure, but we’re just going to have a judge do it.”“If.