Aunt Clare has a mirrored door closet that runs at least twenty feetalong one wall, and it's full of her clothes. I don't have half as muchclothes she...has." Women need more clothes than men, Evan. Did Joey walk in on you whenyou were taking a bath or afterwards?" I was done with taking a bath by then. I was looking for something towear to sleep in. I'd forgotten to bring any pajamas from home. I forgotall about my pajamas because I was thinking more about how I can helpyou while Aunt Clare is. They didn't believe him so he'd said he'd set up a meet for them. They'd finished early that day so he'd text my wife on the off chance of getting the deed sorted. He hadn't told her about them, that's why she hadn't told me, but let's be honest, neither of us would have said no. When Tom had turned up with two eager new cocks looking to do her, she hadn't really wanted to say no. Maybe she thought they'd be finished before I got home, well one way or another here they were, all still hard at. It was easy to imagine someone sucking them now that they were wet and slippery. I undid my jeans, and started to slip them off. I imagined his hand working their way down my chest, playing with my nipples, kissing me deeply as he did so. I played with my hard clit, rubbing it, making the rest of my pussy ache. He always did this too, I remembered. Playing with my clit until I could barely take it anymore, my pussy grinding against his hand and soaking wet. I pushed my jeans down further, until. Encouraging him for more, wanting it harder and with his body – he gave it to her. Hot and sweaty, wrapped together in a strong embrace, the painful clench of nails clawing at him. Climaxing together and shooting deeply into her, feeling ecstasy suffused with pain. Necking down a couple of aspirin, he closed the cabinet door and turned his back to the mirrored front. Craning his neck to see, etched over his back were the livid scarlet scratch marks of their congress. “Jesus!” Stella must have.