The obvious friction between them soon resurfaced when Dan complained of how she was dressed.'You never try to look nice for me nowadays' he complaine....'What's the point you're always too drunk to do anything anyway' she retorted.I felt a little uncomfortable when Dan moaned to his wife. 'I need to be drunk to sleep with you'.He smiled as if he'd won a point. I was starting to feel embarrassed and decided it was time for me to go when Dan added 'No one who wasn't drunk would want to fuck. Betty followed her with downcast eyes. Without even thinking, she unzipped the backside of her underwear, and then reached for the can of cooking grease resting next to the floor mattress. Taking another drag from her cigarette, Eugenia leaned against the wall, watching with icy, kohl-smeared eyes. Betty poured out a large amount of the grease into her palm, then slathered the crack of her rear end in it, digging two fingers through her sphincter with a new degree of ease that startled her. . She loudlymoaned with each orgasm that exploded in her body, andthere were many. They often were deeply kissing as theyfucked. For what seemed to be an eternity, theymaintained a constant physical workout. Later, herepositioned her so that her legs rested on hisshoulders. Then with deep thrusts he continued fuckingher just before he announced that he was coming againand she increased the intensity of her moaning as heagain filled her with his seed.Later, she left to go the bathroom leaving me. The privacy fence blocked the view from the high-rise apartment buildings on Central Park West. If you were sunning on the deck, you had complete isolation from spying eyes.That did not happen in New York unless one of two adjacent buildings was razed. That did not explain the lack of overview from the structures several lots away. Curious. This brownstone does not want to be seen, he thought, I have to have a talk with my new friend, Amy.He walked back to the sun porch and gathered the Pixies..