" With an effort he slid her lips off his cock. "But I want to fuck your sweet pussy now."Sara moved up to kiss her husband deeply, snaking her tongue...in his mouth. She pulled back just a little, teasing him with the tip of her probing tongue. "Does your cock taste good in my mouth?" she asked, something she always liked to ask him. It seemed to excite her when he said he liked the taste of cock in her. For answer, he pulled their mouths back together and rammed his tongue down her throat, then. ”“Okay,” I said nervously. “How do you want to do this?”“Let’s leave the kissing for later,” Rachel said. “It would feel strange trying to kiss right now. How about I show you my boobs first, you’ve been staring at them the whole night and it seems like a good place to start.”My mouth felt dry. “Okay.”Rachel turned to face me and pulled the bottom of her shirt up. It got stuck briefly on her boobs before slipping over them. Rachel’s naked boobs bounced up and down briefly while she pulled the. I expected they also went to walk on the beach. I went back to the barge. I was surprised to find that Mel had turned the office into a prep kitchen. Okay not all the office just the reception area. She was busy chopping crap and making sauces on a cook top that came from somewhere, I had no idea where. It was a unit larger than the single burner we had in the barge. I had no idea where it came from, but I expected to get a bill for it."So how you doing?" I asked."I'm doing fine. I think I'm. ’ ‘There aren’t many of either, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘My best friends are here.’ ‘Oh?’ Madeleine replied. ‘And am I one of those best friends?’ ‘Of course,’ I said. ‘But you are more than my friend. I …’ ‘I know,’ she said, cutting me off, then she pulled me to her, turned her head up and kissed me. At first it was just a sisterly peck, but as we looked at each other we knew instinctively that we were indeed more than friends. We kissed in a way that would have scandalized people even in my.