We made love like never before. Slowly we built our passion, taking all the time needed. We might have been there in each other’s arms for more than...two hours, but still not long enough. The walls of her passion caressed my pride, the sweat on our bodies making us glow together. We didn’t speak, save the sweet sounds of lovemaking. All I wanted to do all night long was kiss her lips and neck and show her how much I loved her despite all we went through. I wanted the burning pleasure that was. "We tell each other everything. Can you even imagine what a mess we'd have if we didn't? That's part of why we're so successful. No secrets. From each other anyway, we're allowed to keep little white secrets from you." I couldn't agree more my love. What's a little white secret or two between friends and lovers?" I told her smiling. "Shall we go see Mary?" I added before kissing her on the nose.Mary's house, the house I had purchased when Mary and I were married, needed paint and yard work. "Sorry about that. I see a ball, I react. I'll just hang near the base and stay out of the way." Thanks, Fred," LaCross said. He waited for a moment for Brock to resume his position and drilled another shot toward the hole between second and short. Brock made a backhanded play and turned to throw as if he was playing shortstop. The ball sailed wide of the base but Hartman made a nice stretch to bring it in."Thanks," Brock said. "Hey, Skip, let's switch up for a minute so I can see how Fred. Moving his thumb and finger led to wriggles, twitches, sighs, gasps, groans. Then a cry. Then sobs. He let her rest and gently rubbed more oil into her body, loving the noises she made and enjoying the slipperiness of the oil and her juices. She pushed her breasts onto his hard cock. He slid her round to kneel between his legs and cupped her slippery breasts. She held up her hands and he poured oil onto them. Putting the head of his cock between her lips she cupped his balls and began to stroke.