I could not believe that this( woman) has a cock hidden under his dress. I looked at Rick and said, “now what?” “ He has a pretty good idea why ...e met and I am going to ask him to come up to our apartment for a couple drinks.” “OK! But how is this going to develop?” “We’ll see. I am sure he will be the aggressor. Change into something revealing and let things happen.” Fran agreed and we took a cab to our apartment. We made ourselves comfortable, Rick poured us a couple of drinks and offered. Both women licked my cock and tasted my cum as it flowed from me. I watched as it dripped from Christina’s chin onto her breasts. When I finished, they each took a turn taking me into their mouths. Sheri leaned down and licked my cum from Christina’s tits, then from her chin and lips. They continued kissing for a few moments after that exchange when Christina’s hands found Sheri’s pussy once again. As Christina started gently fingering Sheri’s clit, Sheri said, “Well only one of us hasn’t got. For reasons I may never truly understand, I didn’t. With some amendments, I forwarded the email to her real address and several days later, May casually mentioned that Jerry had emailed her and asked if she would meet him for a drink. My reaction was explicitly muted. It was her reaction I was interested in. She didn’t mind meeting him or not and insisted that if she did it was not a date, only a coffee. Later that night, as we made love, I whispered to her that next weekend she might be in. She dabbed at her swollen lip and felt her closed eye with careful fingertips. It was thick. Too tender to even touch.Her purse held her keys and a few other objects. She dug up the phone. It was out, probably broken.She scrambled to her knees and got up. One of the crazy shoes had slipped off. She kicked off the other and started walking.A barefoot day, she mused. Her lip hurt. She shouldn't grin.Hair.To be alone is not the same as being lonely. Brigitte loved to think that. She knew it was.