’ She rubbed my cock again and said, ‘Probably more.’ I kissed her neck and shoulders. She’d put on perfume while I was waiting. ‘That scent...you like to wear still smells good when I kiss you here,’ I told her. I kissed a line down her right arm and up her left. ‘Even your arms are beautiful now that I’ve seen you holding Amanda.’ ‘I’m sure you feel that way, but it doesn’t make me feel any prettier,’ she said. ‘My fingers are still bigger than they were before. I don’t even take my wedding. The phone opened, and I retrieved the phone number that she needed. She then asked if I could bring the phone by her office at lunch. “Sure” I said, with a smile on my face.While I had the phone opened, I scrolled through her texts and I didn’t see anything unusual… at first, anyway. Most of her texts were with her sister, mother, friends at work, etc., but then I noticed a text from a friend, Connie. We knew Connie and her husband, Stan, on a social level. We met them through another couple. I was in his arms in the morning as the Sun shone through the open windows looking onto the pool, it was the sound of splashing and c***dren’s shouts that aroused me from my d***ken stupor. We had all slept together, his single bed was still made up, but more humiliating my back was to my husband while I embraced his friend, and the stirring in my crotch made me realise I had fallen asl**p with his friends cock inside me, so we awoke as one being still in the act of intercourse. Our legs were. "Hi Laura" Brad said as they entered the kitchen. "You look beautiful" "Well thank you, Mr. Marshall" Laura giggled. "You look nice your self." Brad fixed drinks which they sipped as they all helped setting the table and preparing the plates. During dinner, they all told stories and laughed touching each other's hand or arm on occasion. By the time dinner was over, they were all relaxed and comfortable with each other. Brad put some music on and asked Laura to dance. Then.