"The clerk looked past us for my wife's husband. She didn't see anyoneand turned back to us. "Ma'am, this is the ladies wear. You'll want togo across ...o the men's department." No, we're in the right place. This is my husband, right here. He needseverything. But let's start with panties. His are soaked." She lifted upmy skirt and discreetly showed off my wet panties. They were sosaturated that my restraint was visible between my legs."Oh, he is soaked." The clerk was blushing. "He must be. Then she said “thanks for being frank”. “true friends should be like this” she said.That incident brought a new look to our relationship. Now we used to share everything. I used to admire her boobs and she used to tease about the occasional bulge in my shorts.One day she came to our house. At that time my parents had gone out. She wore a skirt and a t-shirt. We had a small fight sort of a thing for some silly reason to which she pushed me on to the floor, sat on me, held my hands and said “ab. I've done everything but curse her." I know," Felicity whispered. "She even told me that you kicked her out of this bed back when she was thirteen, just after the battle."I did not say anything but remembered the lissome body that fled, bare tailed, at her mother's approach, that long-ago night. I chuckled under my breath."It isn't funny," the woman said, very serious, smacking me on the belly. "You'd better get on your way. It'll be getting light pretty soon."I kissed her gently and thanked. ..more!"Alice practically raped my face, pushing her soaking wet slit into mymouth and rubbing, hard, against me. I hung onto the back of her thighsand went straight for her clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue,alternating with long strokes of the flat of my tongue from her ass allthe way to the top of her pussy and back down again. Very quickly shestarted to spasm, yelling, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my cunt! Yes!" and similarepitaphs. She practically suffocated me with her strong thighs on.