He drew the belt free and tossed it aside. The top of her jeans sprung apart when he popped the brass button. When he pulled on the zipper she made no...effort to get away and he grinned.He had this woman now! She was going to be his!His large hands reached for the waist of her jeans and pulled them down. They were tight and the woman braced her legs as he dropped to his knees and pulled and tugged on the clinging jeans. As her stomach came into view he leaned forward and kissed the smooth curve. She was the one most others in her life turned to when tough decisions needed to be made, ones that seemed cruel at the time. She was strong enough to make them and follow them through. He was stronger, more dominant than other men she had met. He was decisive and authoritative. If needed, he would be the one she would turn to for help or a decision. She felt his power just under the surface. It spoke to her core in some primal way. She could not explain it but she felt a connection at a. The music was turned down low as presumably Alex from the bathroomadjusted the volume. I was astounded as I realised it was "Tutu" by MilesDavis, one of my favourite jazz tracks."I remembered that at uni you couldn't decide if this or Oscar Peterson'sHymn to Freedom were your favourite jazz pieces," Alex spoke from theopen doorway to the bathroom. I couldn't remember ever talking to oldAlex about jazz but she was right. I still can't choose between those twotracks. I wondered if the Oscar. The women, Marianne and Lynette, took off the bikini tops a while ago. Their itsy-bitsy string bikini bottoms barely covered their aroused pussies. Andy’s and my erect cocks in our Speedo’s proved that their exhibitionism had the desired effect.We challenged the girls to lick each other’s pussies.Although it was Marianne and my fantasy to make love to Lynette and Andy for years, I would never have guessed Lynette would accept our challenge so easily. I always thought she wasn’t so much into.