”Just as the cocktail hour started a taxi pulled up in front of the large villa. A tall strapping man wearing snug jeans and a t-shirt plus a baseba...l cap got out of the back and paid the driver. He strode up to the house carrying a small duffle bag and a winter jacket over one arm. The steps he took carried authority and control over the situation. His head swung from side to side taking in the beauty and functionality of the villa.In response to the doorbell chimes, Edie had run to the door. His excitement was written all over his flush face. But he kept going…and going. I was screaming from my third orgasm when Barry’s thrusting became harsh and erratic. He yelled, coming so hard that I thought he was going to buck us both off of him, but his grip on my hips prevented this. Roger kept thrusting, causing Barry to cry out from the extreme sensitivity of his cock. But finally, Roger came with a loud cry and he stopped rocking us. We lay still for a while, trying to catch our breath.. Brad knew Jane well enough to know, without actually seeing, that the stockings were held on with her sexiest black-lace garter belt, very likely with no panties underneath to obstruct her neatly- trimmed, thick, dark bush and always-juiced-up slit. Jane’s sheer white blouse, which buttoned up the front, was as transparent as her reason for wearing it. Brad and Jane threw their arms around each other, and Jane grabbed Brad’s left hand, pulling it up under the hem of her very short leather. "Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and was quickly gone.Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders. "You don't have to tell me about it," she murmured. "She's stunning. Shockingly beautiful. I'm sorry it had to happen."Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen. "But I care so much about you both!" she cried."I know. I know, baby."Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself more deeply in.