Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did ...he same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said.I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked them along my pussy lips. She moved them up and down like she. It was a big turn on to hear these guys, sitting here, some of them wearing my wife's underwear saying sexy things about my wife and what they would like to do with her. Looking round at their stiffening cocks I could just imagine each of them fucking her. Mark decided to get out his laptop too and bring up some of his pics. I loved the pics of his wife and told him how much I would love to suck on her tits and fuck her pussy. We were all pretty hard again by now and leaving Marks laptop. “I want to start with an apology,” Savannah said. “I came home last Sunday afternoon and your bedroom door was open a few inches. I heard you talking. And I’m sorry, but I listened.”Lorna and Alex looked at each other. They both had puzzled, deer-in-the-headlights looks in their eyes.“You were talking about a child, a baby,” Savannah continued. “I heard it all, forgive me. I couldn’t stop listening. Because I found out my mother wants to have your baby, Alex, and can’t. And you say you don’t. Countless hugs from complete strangers, our tears mingling on each other’s already damp shoulders spoke more eloquently than the words ever could. We united because we were all human. For several weeks after, American flags sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. Large and small, cheap and costly, freeways, buildings and cars displayed them proudly. I even saw one in my apartment complex with twenty-six white and purple stripes and seventeen stars, hung backwards and upside down. I doubt it.