Held there until her husband stuck two of his fingers into her pussy, collected some moistness, and pronounced that, yes indeed, he did still taste he... lover's cum from the previous day's playdate . She remembered, and her thoughts came randomly: how he had at first, kissed her and bit her lips gently, while caressing her back, and feeling tingles run up and down her spine; and then how he wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into him, so she could feel his heartbeat and mAke her. I'm even crying now,' I thought before I looked at Greg again.We stared at each other for over a minute as Alan never took a break. I felt to be like I was on trial and a prosecutor was pushing me to confess. I evidently wanted to, but it wasn't as easy as flipping a light switch. In the process, he started licking his lips and blowing me kisses too. I jerked somewhat. "Do it," I whispered.He nodded at me and peeked back down at Alan's butt. I saw him align his dick with Alan's asshole, and. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid. A buffet had been laid out on a side table, and after a while I collected a plate and. Tracey told them about how unhappy she had been in her marriage and that she and I had only recently started having fun as ‘lesbians,’ together, but that she had known I was a ‘tart,’ for years and we had often fucked in the same room or with the same guys or guys. I laughed back telling the guys if they thought I was a tart, then they hadn’t seen anything yet as Tracey was even dirtier.The chat continued for a little while and began to get a bit riskier and more sex orientated. By now Tracey.