My morning wood was neatly folded in the cleft of her asscheeks. And she smelled absolutely wonderful.I gazed down at the dark hair of my girlfriend, ...atching the rhythm of her body rising and falling in her sleep. The comfortable familiarity soothed me like a nice bubble bath, and I leaned down to nuzzle at her neck and shoulders. It was still in the dead of night, and I felt like we were the only people in existence.She began to stir at my gentle touch, and her eyes were still closed when she. They made polite conversation on the way to the car. Why was she nervous, she wondered, they had shared so much over the phone and the internet. Very personal things. And yet, it was as if they had never spoken.Once they reached the car, they relaxed. He talked about his new job and she spoke of her catering business. Neither one was hungry, so he drove to his house. As they walked to the door, he stopped her. “If you don’t want to stay here, I’ll understand,” he said, holding his breath.“No, I. “Don’t let them see me,” she said in a panic. I helped my wife to the ground and told her to wait there for me.I rushed up the stairs and had to take a deep breath before entering our neighbor’s home. Mark and Renee were just finishing up the last of the dishes as I entered the kitchen. I calmly told them that Ann had way too much to drink and threw up in the yard. Mark looked upset at first, probably wondering if I was going to tell his wife about what transpired in the backyard, but. Little did either of us know she was horny, but clearly she was."Hey Maisy" Sal said "why don't you let us help out, or at least Johnny can help, couldn't you?" Well naturally. Maisy was blonde, shortish slightly bobbed haired, had a biggish mouth (some might call it a "three-dick mouth"), teeth sticking out a little, but still attractive. Sal & Maisy were never supermodel lookers but there's more to someone than looks.Maisy was still horny so I got my hands on her, still clothed and began.