With a lump in her throat and glittering eyes, she said, ‘Thank you, Susan. Yes, I know. I feel for you, and for you too, Elaine. Well, you know tha....’ ‘So, what do we do now? All hold hands together, or what?’ she finished. ‘We enjoy the wine and some pasta, we watch a film and then we see how things go,’ said Susan, ‘just as I told you earlier!’ While they were munching on the pasta, (‘No garlic bread tonight!’ Elaine had specified, happily) Susan asked Denise, ‘Well, just how much had you. Sometimes it would seem as though she would momentarily forgot about what happened between us, teasing and joking like old times. But I always saw the spark of recognition flare when she thought she was getting too close. She would pull away, make some excuse to leave.As for me, I never forgot what happened. The feel of her straddling my lap, what she looked like on her knees with my cock in her mouth ... It was burned into my brain. So I kept my distance as well, not wanting to tempt. And when she stripped... “Why’s she got bikini tan lines?” Bob asked. Her untanned areas were so pale that the rest of her looked cooked in comparison. “Why’s she got silicate boobs?” I asked. They stuck out from her chest like twin battleship turrets. “Are they silicate?” “Of course they are,” I said. “Real naked women don’t look anything like this. When you see one you’ll know.” After that it got sillier and funnier. Our Heroine, stark naked, with the camera zooming on her. She worked my shaft with her mouth and one hand, and worked her pussy with the other. The hotter she got, the faster she started sucking, and she was pushing me further and further to orgasm. She thoroughly enjoyed sucking me off, and I was all too eager to reward her with a mouthful of cum. I noticed her look up at the door once more then pull up, leaving just my tip in her mouth. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth as wide as it would open, and lowered herself back onto my dick. I could.