Each kiss was raising my body temperature. Each kiss lasted more than the previous ones. My mouth opened inviting his invading tongue to mingle with m...ne. Our kisses were almost knotted. When I tried to withdraw he would not leave and when he tried to withdraw I did not allow him. So the cycle continued for hours? Probably which we had no count.A flood was gushing out of my vagina and down on to the sheet. His fore finger was completely inside rubbing my walls and exciting the most sensitive. So there is another woman joining you and Jen. Are you ready to meet her?” John could barely speak his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very weak and quiet, “Yes.”“Okay next is one of my dear friends from work. You remember Marisol don’t you?” Said the sweet voice of his wife.John feared that his excitement was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major crush on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a dark beautiful. Desmond was truly an equal-opportunity ass-lover.He did some scouting of the area and discovered the State Park nearby had a trail that connected up to a paved road that was used by old-timers for trips up to Las Vegas and back into the mix of the Los Angeles outer perimeters. It was not being used much now because there was a contingent of military guards keeping traffic off the interstate and they were really "gung-ho" about fucking up "Looters" and even messed with the confused survivors who. I know these are forbidden fruit. I open my eyes again as I come to a mental block. It’s a shame I can’t remember if we did in fact kiss. I look down to see my penis fully erect. I’m sure he can remember it fully. I close my eyes and continue to piece together what happened last night. It was a black dress. Very expensive by the looks of it. I was admiring the back of it as she was holding my hand and pulling me along through the crowd. This woman has got to be at least fifteen years older than.