“So what happened Tara?” “Like I told you, I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and now I was as horny as ever. I’m not going to lie, Vicki’s...soft touch and beautiful looks really turned me on, so I continued to make out with her while I unbuttoned her blouse. At first, I just caressed her stomach, and then I got brave and took her big boobs out of her bra. That turned Vicki on when I touched them.” “Wow, she let you do that?” “Yeah Hon, and it was hot . You know how hot her big boobs are,” Tara. I mean, we've been friends forever, our kids have grown up together, we're both married, my wife is a lame ass prude, your husband is a fucking asshole. It's like something out of the Springer show."Brandy laughed. She looked at me, laughed again, and finally said, "Well, I didn't tell you to stop kissing me." and looked at me.So I did it again.I moved over, slid up against her, looked at her in the face, and moved forward. She moved her head, tilted it slightly over, and I kissed her. Goddamn,. I didn't mind. That was pretty much what I'd been doing for years. Not prostitution, you understand (I'll come back to that in a bit) but certainly sexual favours in return for accommodation and food. I wouldn't have minded anyway. Okay, he was a bit older than my usual 'friends', but there was something that made me want to trust him. I couldn't make out what the score was when he just took me in and treated me like an honoured guest. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he couldn't. The blonde hair framed her face and then ours as her lips covered mine. Her tongue wriggled inside my mouth as her body wriggled across mine. I responded as best I could but I was still tightly held by the bedclothes. Jayne pulled her head back and moved up. My face was scratched by the starch on her apron bib. She lifted herself to her knees then lifted one knee then the other as she pulled her apron, skirt and white petticoat from under them. She held the bundle bunched up to her waist then.