Kenneth said he lived close, and that I could crash on his couch. I sent a quick text to my wife, and ordered another round. drunk and giddy we criss-...rossed our way down the road, like we did many years ago. Kenneth took the walk to be serious with me about the “girl”. He was hurt, but it was important to move on. Our friendship was way more special. I smiled, I was relieved. He grabbed one more swig of the beer we stole from the bar and headed into a complex of townhouses. I followed with my. And I hated it. Both the freakpart, and the curvy woman's body part. "Damn it," I growled. Then after giving my body a look of disgust, Istarted getting dressed in the clothes that I'd stolen.None of them fit of course, and even worse, they were alldirty and probably infested with fleas or something.However, they were better than nothing and at leastprovided a way for me to hide my body from my sight. Since I was dressed, I turned my attention to thenext important business. Breakfast. My. “Please,” she begged. “All in good time.” “Now!” Gavin chuckled at her plea, sending another light kiss across her mouth. “There’s no hurry.” “There is,” she whispered, craving for release, and yet not wanting the torture to end. “Gav…, I can’t.” “Trust me, you can and you will. Now, be still and let me enjoy my journey around your beautiful body." There was no way she could lay quietly, as she wriggled and arched beneath his teasing touch. He travelled slowly down to settle between her thighs. We reached our floor, exited the glass elevator and headed down the hall to our room. Frank had his hand under my blouse and squarely on one of my tits. Jim was looking around to see if there was anyone coming. We spotted another person at the end of the hall just as we entered the room and closed the door behind us. I gave Frank a big kiss and grabbed his crotch before going over to my husband. Take my clothes off so another man can fuck me in front of you and dont play with me while you do..