Kelly finally came to life, she rolled over, laid spread eagle, her huge tits (covered with indents from the carpet fibers) laying out to her sides, h...r legs wide open, her hairy cunt laid out and a nice wet pink gash split down the middle. That was truly the sight of “well fucked”.From that night on, we had sex with Yvonne and Patrick probably on average every month or two.If you read “Road Trip With Kelly” I’m going to jump ahead a few months to the weekend of that trip. The road trip was. Slightly slouched, and partially leaning against me, I caressed her shoulder and, feeling randy, slipped my hand down to cup her delicate breast over her cotton top. Nice. No bra. Amelia didn’t object. She placed her hand on the back of mine, her other on my thigh, and continued watching television.I was quite happy. A delectable breast in one hand, a glass of India Pale Ale in the other, and a beautiful girl next to me - my new and exciting lover, I felt very fortunate. When Amelia stroked my. Did she ever need this release; she must have come 25 or 30 times. Afterward she looked so much more relaxed. I cuddled up to her and caressed her beautiful face.She looked at me and said, "yes you can be my special friend, but we must stick to the Clinton definition of sex." Fine by me. It was a start. I could score two of her three apertures by that definition.I had to have a shower. There was no way it could go home reeking of her female juices to my wife. I wanted her to join me, but she. Closing her eyes, she could envision him lying next to her, in front of the fireplace, his Beer in hand. Even the way his brown hair fell across his face was different from any other mans she had known. She missed him. Better to spend the night at home, she thought, than cavorting with her usual Halloween hooligans. Besides, it was getting really cold out there. Maybe a nice fire and a good book really was the smarter way to go. Venturing outside to grab a few twigs, Brooklyn made sure her.