He asked about her jogging, and how long she had lived in the area, and she pointed to their right and responded that she bought an old Victorian bed ... breakfast three years ago that is two blocks north on Locust Street. She quickly added that she never intended to use it for anything other than her private home and office where she did her writing. She said she jogged two or three times a week, but she wasn’t as regular as she planned when she first moved there three years earlier. Time passed. Ours was an excitingsex life; do it here, do it there, do it almost anywhere. And there wassome minor role-playing and very tame bondage. We alternated her beingthe top, my being the top, and back and forth. This past weekend, ourlast unmarried weekend, was slated for her-on-top time. It was also herbachelorette party weekend.To avoid conflict but to also keep a promise, I agreed to show up earlyin the morning at her place for her-on-top quickie session. Typically,this might involve my being. June wore a T-shirt and some pajama panties, I usually slept in the buff, but because we were in someone's house, I left on my boxer shorts.There was a knock on the door. "Come in," June said.Maria's face peeked around the corner. She asked "You guys need anything? You OK?" We're fine," I answered. "But I do have a question. Why do you have such a huge mattress in such a small room? And just for yourself. I don't get it."She walked into the doorway. She was dressed in a thick cotton nightgown. She told my thug to get the fuck out. He left immediately. She removed her clothes, I removed mine. We both stood and admired each other, each other’s body. She pressed her tits, her body against mine. We kissed, we rubbed each other’s clit. We moaned. She put her knees on the couch, her ass open before me. Lick me, she said, lick me here. She pointed at her asshole. I giggled and said I’ve never licked anyone’s ass before. She asked me if I wanted to ... and I did, I really did. I licked her.