“Hey, my house is pretty far from here, and I don’t have any money on me to take the bus. Could you please give me a ride home?” she asked him.�...�No can do, I’m afraid.” He replied back.“Please, I’ll probably get lost trying to walk back!” She practically begged him.“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you with me. My vehicle isn’t good enough for you too.”“Don’t worry; I don’t care if your car is cheap or old. I just want the ride home!”“Who said I have a car? I drive a motorcycle. Unless you wanna hang. I decided not to reply in case he would be close. Although, it was not unusual for me to talk to Beth, I just though any increase in our normal pattern might be bad for her. Less is better, especially now.I went to work the next morning and was soon deep in paper work. About 10 o’clock that morning Beth called. She had been at work only a few minutes that morning. She told me that Lance was being particularly interested in her every move. She told me that she woke in the middle of the night and. Her delicate tongue traced circles along his shaft as she drew his sex into her mouth. Soon she proceeded to work her hand up and down his shaft, as she licked hungrily with lust at his head.Moaning again, Henry was amazed at Julie's constant ability to make him hot. Ever since he had met her 3 months prior, she had never once left him wanting more."God, Julie. I don't know how a guy like me was ever so lucky to hook up with you."But the deep, gravely voice that responded instead of Julie's,. Lois was acting very coy and coquettish. She was actually flirting with the two nigger handymen. I started to go into the office when I saw Wes put his hand on my wife?s shoulder and plant a hot kiss on her full red lips. She didn?t pull away as I had expected her to do but sat there seemingly enjoying his kiss. I watched as his left hand went up to cup her big breast and begin kneading it through her cut off tee shirt and then drop down and going underneath, kneading it more and tweaking her.