Smiling to myself, I spread my legs and rested my head back. I heard the rustle of shoes, belt, and shirt being removed, then the zip of his pants as ...he dropped to the floor. His lips quickly found mine, as I his tongue entered my mouth, his fingers reached for my inflamed clit.This was a pleasant surprise, as my husband never was one to think about my sexual pleasure. I moaned into his tongue as he slipped a thick finger into my wet slit while his other hand slid around my head and tweaked. Quickly I clean him and while still holding him I can feel him becoming rigid again. How can he recover so quickly? Another twinkle and I’m astraddle him and his head is at my lips and it seems that it’s asking permission to enter. Of course it has my permission to enter and I show him by sinking fully down onto him. I can feel my lips surround him and feel him sliding deeply. The feeling is exquisite, and gratifying to have him fill me. He just bottoms as my thighs come to rest flat on his. Why not? You were obviously enjoying it during the last dance. Yes. But Jules is a friend. I called Jules a friend? Id only met him 3 days ago. Was he a friend because I had stroked his cock for 10 minutes, then watched him and Jim fuck Julia? Was he a friend because Julia had fucked my husband (and probably would again soon) and Jules was Julias live-in lover? No. I decided that I had called Jules a friend because I already found that I was comfortable having physical contact with him. My. "Listen, I know I'm limping," Tess snapped, "but I need to do this on my own, okay?"Holding on to Joey's arm, Tess limped towards the tall building complex that was Benjamin Franklin Preparatory School, or BFP in their jargon. Halfway along they paused for a moment so that Tess could concentrate on walking again.The girl caught up with them. "Why don't you use a wheelchair or something?" she asked.Tess turned and shot her an angry glance. "Because I've worked my ass off for the last eight.