" "That's true," she said, "I wasn't feeling very good, but I've been doing some things that made me happy; very happy, in fact!" "Really?" he said, �...�What kinds of things?" "Oh," she said evasively, "nothing you need to know about. I just feel better and I wanted to talk to you." "That's okay by me," he said. "You know," she said, "I read the passage you sent to me earlier." "Really?" he said, "what did you think?" "I think Yvette is a bit of a slut sometimes!" she said with an uproarious. He slipped out of me with that motion, dragging his hand across my wetness. I missed it already. I could feel what he put into me leaking out onto the sheets. No matter, Fred would not be home until tomorrow. One load of laundry would get rid of the evidence. I rolled to my side, my back to Zack. He snuggled into me, and I felt the warmness of that wetness from me press against my bottom. I loved being in this position with him. His gentle rubbing of my cheeks with it always felt so sexy for. I pressed down on the door handle and the door opened. I took a peek inside and saw a long, sparsely lit hallway before I closed the door and went back to the stairs where my three companions waited for me. I told them about the door, and we decided that we should try to see where it led.I entered first and held the door for the others. When we came into the lighted area, I found it funny to see three rucksacks floating in the air and smiled despite the graveness of the situation. We were,. Not to be outdone by her new friend, when Jane’s teeth had slowly, tantalizingly brought Brad’s zipper down another inch, she ended by licking her long tongue along the fabric, all the way up his shaft, from his balls to the very tip of his big, puffy cock head. Now Jane backed away, letting Wendy’s teeth open up the final inch of his zipper. When Brad’s fly was completely open, both women, still on their knees, wrestled Brad’s trousers down to his ankles, and he courteously obliged them by.