The first five years had been very good and then, slowly, things had gotten ho-hum and common place, at least as far as Martha was concerned. He had a...good job and made good money and Martha, since finding out that the two of them couldn't have kids, had gotten a job also. Between the two of them they made enough money to have the things they wanted. For Martha it was the house, good furniture, and a new car every three years. For Doug it was toys - lots of toys - and that was the. I quivered when her hand traced over my belly towards my sex, then traced back up to my breasts.My breathing was heavy as I run my hand under her tee shirt to feel the softness of her breasts for the first time. Robyn pulled the tee shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor. I put my arms around her neck and held her tightly. Her breath felt hot upon my already flushed face as our naked breasts brushed together.I eased her knickers down her legs and slid them off her feet. Robyn. As the bottled passed, they were more forward than Geerta and Marga had been, Pat showing a preference for Rick, and Trish fondling my fingers when we passed the bottle and then following Pat’s lead by putting her hand on my leg. So pretty soon we had an arm around each of them, and were all helping guide the bottle to our partner’s lips. Before it was empty, someone put it aside, and we were kissing, and they weren’t minding where we put our hands, and after a bit we certainly weren’t minding. "I'm sorry I never called. But I could never forget you after what we did."Laura drew closer. Stevie's face captivated her, an exquisitely beautiful model's face, small chin, high cheekbones, narrow nose. Her features were really more Caucasian than African, and as Laura thought about it, she realized that Lorrie's were too. She recalled teasing Randi, in bed a few nights ago, that she should have been a model. And yet Randi did not have these fine, model's features that Playboy apparently.