Feeling uncomfortably sweaty, on account of having fallen asleep still in yesterday’s clothes, Lianne quickly stripped naked and tied her silk dress...ng gown around her. The material felt cool against her skin, almost revitalising. She giggled softly to feel her nipples already standing erect against the silk. It was obvious that her body was lustfully awaiting the feel of those muscular masculine hands all over it. Even her pussy was beginning to dampen at the thought of it – god, it was. The sounds in the room at the time were quite unbelievable. Greg was moaning and telling his wife what he was going to do to her, the sound of Chrissy's mouth working over her husband's cock, and also the slurping and squelching sounds that emanated from her pussy as I worked my now four fingers into her pussy. I slid them in and out until nearly my whole hand was in there and I was teasing her ass with my thumb.She stopped sucking Greg and let out a deep moan, and then said that she wanted to. I thought to myself.Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of our teenage years together. She was still as beautiful as she was then, was still the perfect specimen of femininity. All my fantasies came rushing back to me and caused my face to flush in embarrassment at myself. I thought angrily to myself.These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth had heard me drive in and stood up and turned to me. I thought.She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips. "Jimmy,. “Too cool,” Britney said. “You’re like ... the only celebrity from here. And we get to meet you.”I began to wonder if Britney wasn’t being serious when she described herself as “retarded.”She was the first one to step up beside me and extend her phone. The line worked its way as I was told names I immediately forgot until the last one arrived. The young woman in the purple shirt – or almost in a purple shirt – was last. It was designed for open shoulders and a plunging neckline. By the time she.