I couldn't believe Andy was just sitting saying this as if he was talking about the weather .I asked how he knew and he said Ian had told him a couple...of times when they were drunk. Next thing I know he's telling me about how he had enjoyed Ians wifes messy panties a few times when we went back to their house after the pub shut some nights I think I replied ' you're having me on ' . he looked me straight in the eyes and said ' no and don't tell me you haven't done it ,I think she knows some of. Why should I care what she thinks!? Stacy uses both hands to bring herself close. The sounds of her pleasure now becoming quite audible. Because, I do. Because Becca does... Stacy's legs shake and tremble as her finger prods her puffy G-spot. Stacy's phone rings on the floor. She keeps fingering herself as she looks over at the display. It's Becca! Stacy picks up the phone. "Hi, Becca!" she blurts, high on endorphins. "Hello, dear," the voice responds, eerily. Miss Cara. Stacy trembles like. I watched from the car as my wife gave Jim a blow job in plain view for me and anyone passing by on the road. And there was traffic even though it wasn't a busy road a couple of people honked their horns as they went by. One guy actually stopped and took a picture. Kay sucked and worked on Jim's cock for half an hour before he started to moan, just when he started to cum he pulled his cock out of Kay's mouth. Jim shot hiis cum in Kay's face and hair then on her breasts as he had her stroke his. This letter was much longer and covered two pages. In it, he reminisced about moments of passion stolen in alleys, lazy afternoons swimming in streams, and other shared adventures. Other folks had seen a bag lady; Harry had seen a free spirit who wasn’t bound by normal conventions. No one but Harry had ever considered her pretty, but he thought she was a beauty queen.Harry sat back and wiped the tears from his eyes. It hurt not to be able to say goodbye to her in person. He wanted one more.