" But, he cheated on you first," I said playing with a strand of her hair.She knocked my hand away. I thought we were doing well, but there is obvious...y a difference from inside the outside and outside in the real world.A couple walked, "Janie? Is that you?"Blushing a bit, she said, "Hello Bob, I see the Edwards are keeping fit." We walk or jog four times a week. Who is this young man? Anybody would be better than Jack!" Why do you say that," I answered. "I'm Jeff, her son!" Well, I'm not one. 36C at a guess, and still fairly perky, with pointed nipples that beg to be sucked.And then it’s the g-string - peeled off to reveal a short trimmed, dark triangle of pussy hair then down her legs, over her feet and off. She balls them up and stuffs them into her own mouth, then drops to the floor quickly, assuming the classic doggy position right away.“Hey hey. Calm down. Give him the courtesy of a bit of foreplay. He’s not a machine, you know.” Laughs Dennis. It’s funny, because of all our. Was I going to have to do everything for them? Now that I had one of them comfortably tucked away in my juicy pussy, I had to find a way to keep No. 2 busy. Trying not to disturb the guy who was already working energetically between my thighs, I slide over closer to the edge of the bed. I got close enough to get my hand wrapped around the shorter guy's dong. I pulled it toward my face, and with more effort than I would have thought it required, got my lips around his marble-like unblemished. Though she was perhaps a few pounds heavier than a woman should be according to the woman’s magazines she was certainly not fat, and her backside looked pretty good even in her sombre trousers. None of this really registered with me however. This was just Ellen, my friend who I had known all my life, not really a ‘girl’ at all, at least not in that sort of way. We sat down to dinner (Ellen makes a great pasta), and made small talk about her work at the uni. Eventually she asked me about my work.