I, ever so slowly, slid out of the bed so as not to wake her. The covers had fallen to her waist and her silky smooth boobs were pointing at me. I adm...red the view for a full minute before putting on a robe and heading out to the kitchen.“Morning, Husband,” Jess said. She turned away from the counter where she was toasting some bagels and gave me a quick kiss. She was wearing the bathrobe that Emma had the night before.I returned the kiss and gave her ass cheeks a brief squeeze. Releasing them,. He held me close and hand caressed my bottom through my silk dress, which was open below my ass, soon his hand found the warm yielding flesh and the wetness between my legs.'Where are your knickers'? There was an urgency in his voice, 'In my bag', I replied, 'here in Sweden, girls take their knickers off to fuck, John', he remained silent as if in a trance, 'I want you to fuck me John, and I bent in towards his ear, 'I want to feel your cock in my arse', and then I pulled him towards the room. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. 4. The chapters are numbered in a sequence for a reason. It is recommended that they be read in numerical order. ——————————————– It was several weeks since Becks had joined the group. During that time she had. Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in 'design technology'. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words 'lunch Judy 11.30'; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours,.