We both needed more from one another. Duncan had told me he was a giver of passion. My thoughts were simple and greedy, “Give me passion.” He sat...in a chair near mine, and slid even closer. He reached a hand out wrapping it around my throat. There was an instant flood of need. Duncan demanded I acknowledge my desire for him, “I need this.” I said without hesitation. His mouth crashed into mine and his tongue demanded entrance. His hand at my throat never hurt, but called to a place deep in. While we were doing our missionary coupling, she took Ken in her mouth to keep him hard and interested.I was in heaven. I had my dick buried in my wife’s best friend’s pussy and was licking her boobs. The lunchtime activities with Cindy gave me extra lasting power than I would have had otherwise. Karen’s pussy felt so good. She was showing off the results of her Kegel exercises by squeezing my cock on every out stroke. Those made me want to jam back in so I could get squeezed again.Ken was. His apartment was reachable by public transportation so he gave her the directions.It was warm and she wore very light and casual clothing. It was apparent she did not need a brassiere and he could see her nipples through the thin cotton blouse. Equally as attractive were her little shorts which were a bit clingy while being loose enough that he got the occasional view of her lower regions, or at least the dark curlies that covered them.She noticed the bulge in his jeans that the intimate. Letting go of whatever inhibition that might have lengthened. Being inside l****a was a moment in time that he discovered his sexual soul mate. Jack and l****a coming together was like renewing his soul. Being on top of her, inside her brought him out of a dry lonely desert that Jack never knew he was in. His cock fit her pussy perfectly, and the love that was there from the day she was born was now so profound and deep that the very thought of giving her up for any one or any thing would.