We grow up hating each other, and then, all of a sudden, we're best friends." June was taking advantage of Merry!" I repeated.Lynette shook her head. ...You're the last person I would have figured for a prude, Jim."Lynette left the game room, her disgust at me hanging heavy in the air.Was I a prude?I was laying on my bed in my bedroom. I refused dinner; I wasn't hungry. I was stewing about June and then how Lynette turned a blind eye to everything.There was a knock on by bedroom door."Who is it?". . Let me kiss it. . . What firm, smooth, white flesh is here! . . . How delicately shaped! . . . Then this delicious down! Oh! let me view the small, dear, tender cleft!'She bought her face toward that precious part of me that she had so diligently lubricated with her unguents and began to lick at my wet slit and so I was introduced to what I was later told was the practice of cunnilingus. It felt divine and as her tongue worked its way between my lips I was transported to a heaven that I never. I was hard in seconds. She lowered her head & said, "Just follow Wilber & never mind what I'm doing. How is one supposed to never mind, when i was getting a knob job trying to follow her husband down the road? Now I ask you. Wilber was driving slowly, that was ah good thing. Susie was beating me off while she sucked my woody.I put the car in cruse control & she lifted her shirt above her boobs exposing her great set titties. I grabbed her right breast. She said, "Your dick looks like it maybe. ‘Hey, bartender, get the lady a beer.’ ‘Coors,’ she said. He smiled and shook his head, considering this was Budweiser territory. He did have some stuck back in the cooler though. ‘Let’s go back in the side room,’ I suggested. She nodded and followed me around the corner. I was pleased to see the room was empty and we took a table in the very back corner. ‘So, how have you been?’ she asked. ‘Pretty shitty, actually. But tonight is improving.’ ‘Because of me or the beer?’ she asked with a.