I closed her door and made my way back to my own bedroom, stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into bed and fell asleep to the thoughts of how much ... missed the companionship of a women, one that I could make sweet love to like I had with Sara's mom many years ago. Teary eyed and depressed, I finally let sleep overcome my weary soul.I awoke the next morning with mixed feelings of guilt and lust, one side of me yearned for the sensual touch of a woman who I could call my lover, and that woman. There were another couple of girls in the group, both younger than her, in their early 30s she reckoned but everyone got on well as a group so when they talked about moving on and she was disappointed they would be leaving, it was quite natural for her to be offered a ride on one of the bikes, the choice was hers. She readily accepted and went out with them to select the machine she would ride on. She was choosing the bike not the rider as this was about bikes, not men. She chose her favourite. Conversationally we became very open about it and she began asking what I liked and a few times we would look at clothes together online. On one occasion she caught me eyeing up the dress she was wearing and the following weekend I found my own identical one hanging in the wardrobe.One Saturday morning I knew Geoff had planned a day out in London for himself and his trophy wife. I had slept in that day and when I woke I walked to the window and looked into the driveway to find my Geoff's car. Jay bent over and showered my ass cheeks with kisses and an occasional soft smack with his hand. He eventually moved on to using both hands, kneading both cheeks like dough before moving my wedged G-string out of my ass crack. Jay licked the top of my crevice before plunging his tongue into my asshole with a resounding, “Mmmmm!” You would have thought he was dining on his favorite meal.“Put it in me, I can’t take it anymore! Don’t forget to get the butter out of my purse, cause you’re gonna.