I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a...dark thrill through my body; my pecker seemed to ache even more. I slipped out of the bedroom, padding through the house as quiet as a burglar.After carefully opening the door, I spied the couple on the bed. He was fat, on his back, and snoring like a saw mill, sleeping off his drunk. His wife lay on her side, sandy-blonde hair almost glowing by. I saw the girls in their colorful summer frocks, the bright colors, the girls that were so … alive. As I watched one girl with a shining yellow sundress – her face glowing with a pretty flush from the sun – she started fading, the yellow to gray, and her face to black. I had to turn my head until my darkness went away — if it ever would. Angie turned and looked at me, seeing the darkness on me, the color of my life fading. She squeezed my hand and I felt a sudden guilt at the dampness in her. It was a few short weeks before the chance for another session came. Ian's wife was again going to their daughters house as would often happen in the coming weeks and months. The daughter needed a lot of help with her own c***dren. I had phoned Ian to let him know I was on my way. 'Just let yourself in and lock the door behind you if I don't answer ' he said. That's what I had to do and shouted his name as I entered. Receiving no answer and hearing sound upstairs I went up to find Ian taking a. It looked so delicious the way those two cocks stretched you right open. I just wanted to get in there and taste you.” Stacey pulled her arse cheeks further apart and buried her tongue as far up Zoe’s bum as she could get it. Zoe writhed against the wall, moaning as Stacey tongue fucked her and the water splashed around their feet. The rhythm was infectious and before long Zoe was humping herself back against Stacey’s skilful tongue.Suddenly the door opened again and Zoe turned her face around.