I got on the couch and she straddled my face and I could see the almost dripping wetness of her tight pussy and she wasted no time grabbing my cock an... inhaling it!As she sucked my cock, I ate her wet pussy and as she moaned softly, she softly said, "Have one of them fuck my tight pussy and tell them to go slow!"I was amazed, she was really in to the fantasy of this, I naturally took the bigger black dildo and I was still amazed at how real it felt, even more so now that it was warmed. I licked. ” The two women complimented Lindsey on her outfit and disappeared. Lindsay sat and reaching under the tablecloth felt the crotch of Steven’s trousers. She giggled. He was semi-hard. “I hate to destroy your fantasy about being with those two women, but they swing different.” The band struck up an electric Techno rhythm as Lindsey watched a woman in disco outfit slithering toward their table. The woman was short, wearing a long blonde curly wig and multi-colored head wrap along with a flirty. You see, no matter who you are, there is always someone who's circumstances are better. It doesn't matter that there are lots more whose circumstances are worse; it's always the better ones that stand out. In my case, the person whose circumstances were better, was my best friend, Jean Barrowman.Jean was the same age as me. She had been divorced for five years, had two children still living at home and jumped from job to job. So, why was I jealous? Because Jean had a thirtysomething boyfriend. " We went inside, and I puttered around the kitchen, trying to will my erection away.During the course of dinner, we chatted about her classes and so forth, and I was able to keep my hormones under control. After dinner, we cleared the table, and I did the dishes while she unpacked. As I was finishing up, she came in and announced that she was retiring early, since she was tired from the long drive. I said good night to her, and kissed her on the forehead.I went into the living room and sat.