He slurped and belched loudly. Mrs. Smither stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering...her."Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with. "Yes, yes!" was her urgent reply.Just as suddenly as before, Vivian felt fingers on her bare legs."Oh my God!" she breathed as the fingers rose slowly to thighs and then to her panties, pausing only to slip under the elastic then find the black girl's nest.Already aroused and wet, Vivian barely managed to suppress the moan as a finger found her labial lips then entered her treasure and began flicking over her clitoris. Like all girls her age, Vivian had tried masturbation but while it was. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which guy she meant ... My memory for guys is less accurate than for the ladies I like.Finally alone in our rez-de-chausée apartment! Little garden at the back. Big bedroom at the front. Easy choice! ... We´d fondled and kissed in the bus driving through the dark, but now we were finally alone and really got hot!. When she returned with our drinks I commented on her beautiful eyes and said her husband must be a lucky fellow. The waitress thanked me for the compliment but said she was not married. As she replied she looked at my wife and there seemed to be an “unsaid” indication that our waitress was attracted to women. As she took our entrée order she (who we will call Heather from this point forward due to confidentiality reasons) stood close to Sue to the point her hip was touching my wife’s.