I don't care." I didn't. Not like I used to, anyway. "Youtotally should." You sure?"I leaned over and kissed her. "Yes, I'm sure." I paused. "But youb...tter call me right after."She stared at me. "Duh. I should totally call her now. Hey Becca, guesswhere I am?" We both laughed out loud.BeccaThe party was 1920s Prohibition themed. The reason was the latestBoardwalk Empire/Godfather rip off. Although, at least this one had aninteresting concept. An agent with the Bureau of Investigation. They were thankfully alone.She took his cue, pulling her lip between her teeth as she kept stroking from the base of her slit to her clit, pausing only to tease her clit free, rolling it gently between her dripping finger tips. Soon, she was simply describing circles around it, each stroke growing more passionate, eager fingers dipping deeper and deeper into her now drenched pussy. He matched her rhythm, grunting softly as the blood rushed to his cock, its head swollen and red, a small. The fact that their respective marriages had begun to sour also helped cultivate their thoughts of each other. They found themselves talking again, on the phone and some text messages as well. They ranged from the friendly and conversational to hints of the passions they had once known. They had started to hint at meeting up, but had not been able to commit to doing it. Finally, one day Mike had enough of the meandering. He called Naomi's cell phone. She answered, "Hey baby." Mike replied, "Hey. Now, I thought we might head northwest a bit, have a look at Loch Lomond, and maybe a mansion by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. How does that sound lassie? She hugged him and licked his throat: Sounds great Sandy. But I have something terrible to tell you… His face clouded: What darling? The word was out before he realised it. Shit, he hadn’t intended to use that endearment. She kissed him softly and fingered his cock through the kilt: I’m real horny today, goof. Horny for you. And I expect you to.