She always liked it when I called her such; it was our own personal secret. "What's up with you?"She shrugged and said, "Nothing much. Just thought I ...hould stop by and see how you're doing. It's been a while. Mind if I come in?"My left eyebrow went up an inch. Though Anita and I were friends, she'd never before made any attempt to step into my domain. God knows I've tried so many times in the past to make her accept my offer till I finally gave up on it, figuring it wasn't worth the trouble. And yet, this was Cindy, his wife, the woman he remembered leaving two days ago. He desired her, and in a wave of tenderness mixed with sexual arousal he coupled to her as quickly as he could, hearing her grunt as his penis slid up high into her vagina.Cindy started to gasp. "Ah! Now, fuck me! Straight and simple! Bunny fucking is straight and simple! There could be hawks overhead and we're lunchmeat if we get caught doing this! So, do your business, quick and neat! My vagina is a sheath for. Jim got up and gestured to Carol to sit between them. Before Carol sat between them I pulled her to me and we shared an open mouth, tongues dancing erotic kiss. I could smell her sex. They had figured out our game and wanted to play. I said, "That was a great cocktail party." John pulled Carol to him and they kissed, open mouthed tongues darting in each other's mouth. When they broke apart Carol was breathing hard. Carol turned and Jim put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her. She was a bad girl, after all. Everybody said so.When her father went out shopping, warning her to get the laundry started if she didn't want to lose some more privileges, she was up from her perch in front of the TV like a sprinter out of the blocks.She ran and dumped an armful of clothes in the washer, and turned it on. There. Now he couldn't complain.Then she headed straight for his 'study'.She giggled to herself as she pulled out her key-chain and quickly unlocked his door. When he'd.