I think the moment Emma chose to move things forward was based on the fact that, at one point, Ashley was sitting on the couch, leaning back with her ...egs spread, and Caitlin was on her knees with her face buried between those spread legs."Now!" panted Emma. "I'm still scared, but let's do it now!"I thought about what Ashley had said, about the two of them wanting to be dominated, for some reason. But I wanted Emma to feel like she was safe. I know that sounds asinine, considering the. I'm on the payback warpath." Right. It slipped my mind. We've put away a bunch of martinis tonight." Slipped your mind? God how we've changed. Our husbands are out porking lord knows whom, and it's not a hanging offense. Powder your nose and anything else that seems appropriate. Nothing's going to happen anyway. They have girls their own age and we're pushing thirty." I don't know about this."While the girls were away, Greg asked, "How do we play this, Mark? These chicks are out of our league.". She smelled of her shampoo and soap and another indescribable smell that was all her own. He shook her lightly ‘Come on. I’m going to make sure the fire’s out and lock up. Maybe you want to unpack?’ Maria sighed again, ‘Okay.’ But this time she slowly rose from his lap and headed into the house. Peter adjusted his crotch before making his rounds of the house. He doused the last of the fire, checked the doors and shut all the lights before heading upstairs. He was actually nervous. Maria was so. .Enjoy watching the girls warm up eh” and he grabbed his keys and was off down the stairs to his garage.I watched the TV for a minute or so. The men’s doubles was in its third and deciding set but we were only interested in the main game: the women’s open final. Now I know what you’re thinking, just a hot summer’s day in front of the tellie with some beers; perving on shapely, athletic and sweaty grunting girly superstars in short skirts. No we were both actually tennis umpires at the local.