Same position on bed. Same faint light. That night again after hours of effort all I could do was to put my leg between her two legs. But because they...were covered with gown, I couldn’t feel any heat. But I did try to touch her breasts. That was fucking crazy. Because I had imagined them to be round, pulpy and fleshy. But what i got to touch was nearly flat. Couldn’t understand. Will explain later.After that started my seeing her sex on toast tits which I must have sucked silly as a child as. Well, I never complained. Anyone living on Manhattan in summer would be mad to turn down an offer to stay there. We spent quite a few weekends. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes all four or even more. It had three suites with complete bathrooms and all.I never felt at ease, though.Not that I ever told Irene. It must be my humble upbringings. I don't want to seem boorish or even jealous. They are Irene's long time friends. And I like Mary. She is warm and hospitable. I don't want to offend. I lay back on the sofa and spread my legs for him as he moved between my thighs. He first kissed my pussy before sliding his tongue out and licking and exploring with it. My fingers stroked his head and I guided him with both my words and my hands as well as my moving hips. His awkward licking soon was hitting the right spots for me and I was moaning and grinding with the pleasure he was giving me. He looked up at my face and took pleasure in my moans and my body squirming and shifting under. The touch of her large labia on my fingers is sweet yet the situation is anything but sweet. Something strong is probably going to happen.She moves her hips in circles searching her pleasure. She bites her lips looking me straight in the eyes.But it is not her pussy I want to fuck, I want her ass. I insert my wet index in her anus. She moans. Her big blue eyes command me to fuck her in the ass.In order to have a better angle I change my position one leg behind her back the other one at her side.