He ask me I am telling truth or lying him than I request him dear if the start of friendship is lie than how they become good friends, than he believe...me and ask one more question we both are strange to each other, so he ask me how he can trust me? As its question of his reputation as they belong to reputed family, they just want fun not any problems. He asks me how they can trust me? As I am gentleman and trust worthy to them this is big issue for him as he sharing his wife with me. I say him. I sit up a little, just enough to kiss his lips as my leg straddles his. I can feel his cock hardening on my leg. He’s hot for me or is he just horny? I bring my hand back up and onto the back of his neck pulling him forward as I slip my tongue into his mouth. His tongue pushes back against mine, as if wrestling with mine. I crawl on top of him not touching my sensitive parts to his yet, but just lingering over him making him wait in anticipation. His hands grip my ass and try to pull me down.. When the kiss finally broke Jack whispered into Ashley’s ear, ‘I love you so much…I never stopped loving you…I only stayed in this apartment because of the memories of me and you…make me happy again.’ ‘I’ll do anything for you…I fucked up so bad…I don’t deserve your love… I’ve never loved anyone as much as you.’ They ended with a kiss and Jack took Ashley’s hand and took her to the bedroom. Just then Jack puked. He was obviously too intoxicated to do anything so Ashley just laid in bed next to. Probably ending up having little in common with the truth. I settled for saying nothing, just meeting them with a smile.Our parents hadn't been playing fair, it had been weeks since they had gone off for a weekend together, but now at last they were. Paul and I were pleased the moment we heard, and the silly grin on his face suggested he was as much in need of Sue, as I was for Scott.On the Wednesday before they were to leave, I came home from school all bubbly with the anticipation of another.