Just answer whatever she wants to know, no matter how detailed or explicit the conversation gets, I just don’t care. Well, okay, within reason. All ... can say is, use your best judgment.’ She nodded sagely. ‘How about tomorrow evening?’ The next day was Friday, I could always find something important to have to do. I told her so. And so it was done. The next evening, just before dinner (which I had lamely told her would be cold cut sandwiches, ‘in a few minutes’) there was a tap on the door.. His cock explodes in my mouth as I keep rocking back and forth, filling me with his hot goo, pushing it down my throat, making me swallow. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, his cum splashing out of the corners of my mouth and hear my husband shouting “Cum in her mouth! Cum in that slut’s mouth!” The man leans back, his cock falling from my lips and his hands fall from my head. The man behind me fucks me hard, his hands on my shoulders holding me in place. I feel my orgasm begin, wracking. After Matt had made a few more drinks, he started back towards where Camryn was sitting. He hadn’t seen her in there before. She was cute, and he had noticed her as soon as she stepped foot in the room. She must be about 5’7” or 5’8”, and he loved the tight shorts and the sandals on the lower half, but he was even more mesmerized by her tight tank top covering her large chest. His mind started racing as he stole a glimpse of her cleavage, just getting a peek at her powder blue bra poking out. ‘Hi.’ I said. She smiled and said hi back. I’d already run through this scenario in my head over and over. A hug, a handshake, a kiss, a compliment. I felt half frozen, but told her she looked nice. (‘Nice.’ What idiot tells a girl she looks ‘nice’?) But she said thanks, I opened the car door for her, and we drove off to the arboretum. In our emails, we’d both said we wanted to talk again like we used to, but it was clear after 30 seconds in the car together that talking wasn’t first on either.