This was not the climax that Frédérique could create where Fran was held of the edge of elation and despair for minutes, if not hours, u...til she crashed into oblivion. This was the shuddering relief of total release. This was not the act of erotic love. This was agape. The loving of one person for another in need. No one had kissed Fran on the lips. No one had consummated their love for her. It had been an act of devotion to the woman who loved both Stephen and Josette. Now I was stood there in just my underwear, a black matching pair of lace panties and a thin bralette. Grace stood in front of me and squeezed my shoulders, her touch was cool and firm, exactly as I had hoped it would be all these months. Her cool hands found their way to my stomach and caressed along my ribs to my bra.'' I think we should play a little, would you like that?'' Grace's caress and whisper made me melt further and I let out a rather pathetic ''Yes.'' I was snapped from my trance. Just like how I was feeling. “Okay,” I said, “But can the people who lose. Can they at least have to stay naked until this time tomorrow?” I said. Amanda thought about this for a while before saying hesitantly, “Well… okay. Only naked though. No sex.” She said.“No sex, gotcha.” And with that, I dealt for Annie and me. Annie had a good look at my cards. She then looked at the rest of the cards in my hand, then at my rock hard cock, then her mum and her gorgeous tits. She then gave a funny look,. That is what Kitty and Peter call the nights when all else was put aside and the only thing on the agenda was enjoying each other and lots of fun sex. Kitty was ready for a hot night with her man. She had spent part of the day tempting and teasing one of her online lovers and got herself quite worked up. Mid-afternoon, while preparing a salad for supper, the carrot she was going to use was so firm and so long, Kitty couldn’t resist working it into her pussy for a few minutes to relieve the.