(Somewhere along the way, I'd lost my shoes. When the hell had that happened?)When I was as naked as she was (well, she still had the heels on), Maril...n plunged her mouth down over my hard cock.Ohhh, fuck! If I was worried about fucking around on my wife, it was too damn late! For years, I'd fantasized about what my best friend's wife was capable of. I was afraid that even talking about how attractive I found Marilyn would cause a firestorm of self-doubt on the part of my wife. I certainly. Hmmmm, good legs. You should talk. Both laughed and sipped. Where was I? Kim asked. Boys. Oh, right — Well, once word got around that I was separated, and happy to be, I couldnt go into an office without someone hitting on me. Some less subtly than others. I had a guy today — I still cant believe it. She drank more of her port. Dont leave me in suspense, Connie pleaded. Guys about fifty years old, got a paunch that looks like a basketball sitting on his belt and enough nose hair to sweep. Last week, I arranged to have dinner at my hotel with him and his wife but, as usual, his wife called off and it was left to the two of us to have a very pleasant dinner with a good bottle of wine. He told me that he and his wife seldom have any form of sex these days other than him masturbating in front of her and that since they moved to western Ireland he had had trouble in finding suitable male partners to enjoy alternative times with.He told me that he had had a couple of meetings with an. Lisa smiled then leant her head down to Emma's cunt, sticking her tongue into the crevice. She still worked her finger on her clit, playing with the blood-filled bud.Emma breathed deeply as she felt Lisa's tongue penetrate her vagina, running up and down her walls, massaging her inside. She pulled her own hands up to her breasts and played with her large cherry-sized nipples. She had always loved her nipples, especially in the sort of sexual heat she was now that made them as hard as.