‘NO! How terrible! Scott and I do it two or three times a week, at least. I’m not sure what I’d do if we didn’t have sex for over a month!’ ...hen I heard this, my ears perked up. I was in the front room, fiddling on the computer, J was in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if she knew I was close by, since I had been up in the office doing some legal writing for work. ‘Really?” “No, Scott is always up for it. His stamina is amazing! He’ll usually make me cum two or three times before he finishes, then,. So I did the same.By this act my cock got erect in my track,it was making a small mountain in my tracks.Again the crowd started to push this time my cock touched her ass.It was little to enter into her ass crack.In one hand I was holding her hip and again I did the same this time it went inside her ass crack.She noted my erect cock.To check it was my cock she sligjtly touched my cock with her finger and grabbed her hand quickly.I thought I am cought and I was dead meat standing there.She looked. The fingers of her left hand find Claire's knee beneath the linen-draped table and begin a slow, wandering dance up her smooth bare leg.Behind the wide swinging doors leading to the pickup station, Jillian searches out Angela, finding her waiting on a delinquent sous chef's saucing. She turns her by the shoulders to face her."What now? That bitch on three complaining? Again?" Angela spits out.Jillian kisses a fingertip and holds it to Angela's lips."Miss Kathryn requests!" No shit? George!. "Oh, and I thought you were just being shy."She turned away from me, popping open the champagne and I realized my best friend was blushing.After we finished the bottle I was getting weepy. My marriage was in a rough spot, I was tired and drunk, and I just needed a shoulder to cry on. I spilled out all my feelings, cried a bit, and leaned against her. She was holding me and telling me things would work out.Lyssa got me out of the tub, helped me dry off, and walked me back to the bedroom. She was.