Hazel eyes opened, and he looked down into her dark brown eyes. Her hand was still resting lightly against his cheek, and he turned his head just a li...tle, closing his eyes and kissing the palm of her hand, taking his hand and holding hers to his lips. Simply breathing her in. He opened his eyes again to see her, her eyes shut, fully concentrating on the feeling of his lips on her skin. Watching her breathing a little more quickly. Then he took her hand and placed it on his chest, and she. Abigail hadn’t expected me quite so early and came to the door wrapped only in a bath towel. She started to apologize when I asked her if I could join her in the shower. Yes was the answer that I was looking for and I got it.I followed her through the house, through her bedroom, and into her bathroom. Abigail dropped her towel and got in the shower. I undressed as quickly as I could and got in with her. There was not as much room as I had hoped for but I was belly to belly with her and we were. Pam was always flirting with me, but I never really paid much attention to her flirting, until one day when she invited me to play tennis. Marianne didn't play tennis, but I loved the game and was quite good at it. I saw an opportunity to explore the possibilities of getting to know Pam a little better. Pam’s on-the-court flirting, and her playing sans underwear, caught my attention in a big way. Pam had a killer body for a thirty-three year old, but out of respect for Marianne, my wife, I did. She cups my cheek and kisses me. The taste of wine on our lips, creating the kiss sweet. And she kisses me so softly. I moan and she pushes me back on to the couch. I stop her. No no no. We have to eat and watch the movie. Im pretty sure you can wait to fuck me again. I smile and she gives me a fake glare. I laugh and give her a fake glare back. She smiles and kisses me. What makes you so sure? I laugh and sit back up. She joins me. I press play on the movie and we eat our pizza. After were.