Hillary glanced at her paper, blushing, then back up at Kyle."Five?" she asked hopefully.Kyle slowly shook his head 'no' and Hillary hunched up her sh...ulders and lowered her head chin until it nearly nestled in her cleavage. She looked up at him with big, tremulous blue eyes."Try three, bimbo," he said."Three?" she asked."Pathetic," Kyle said, and Erika and Christine laughed derisively."I'm sorry," said Hillary. "I can't help it that I'm such a stupid cunt!" Well I can't help it that I can't. Up to you.”I caught the train from Bristol to Manchester late one afternoon. I’d finished work (librarian – I know, boring but it was a stepping-stone to being an archivist which Val thought would be like a slow death but it was my thing) and got a cab to the pub where she’d told me to meet her. They’d had a matinee performance that Saturday and were between shows. They were doing Chicago which is one of my favourites and Val loved it too so I hoped she’d be in a good mood. She was. They all. I got myself together enough to push the head of my spurting dick back inside my wife’s vagina, pumping the rest of my cum into her as she moaned beneath me. I could taste the sweetness of Shawna’s vagina on the panties in my mouth, making the final throes of my orgasm much more intense. “I thought you might like that,” Laci said, a wicked grin on her pretty face. “Just wait ‘til you taste the real thing!” She pulled the panties from my mouth, and slowly, sensuously, shoved them inside her. I could see just a hint of what looked like another pair of panties. I put her thongs down along side the bra I had out already. Then pulled out what I hoped would be another pair of panties, and it was! They were light blue in color, silky to the touch and were bikini cut in type. I used both hands to hold them up to look at them and imagine her in them. When I looked inside them at the crotch I could see they were stained, with a whitish color stain, I put them to my nose smelling them, it.