She’d put on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans that had cost her an entire weeks paycheck and a pair of black sky scraper heels that put her height...at around six feet. Half a dozen red and black bangles clinked together on her arms and a long black necklace with a ruby colored stone hung around her neck. She’d pulled her long black hair up into a ponytail, leaving her narrow and delicate face unframed by the midnight tresses. She’d completed her look with red lipstick and a bunch of smoky. You’re still achy, but it’s a good ache now - the ache of fullness rather than emptiness. Oh fuck, I love this cock! Perhaps rashly, you decide that you want him to fuck your ass, too; you want to take him in every way you can….Your thighs quiver and you clamp tight around his dick as another orgasm rolls over you. Oh God… oh, fuck, yes! You ride it out, your head thrown back, skin lightly sheened with perspiration. When you’ve recovered a bit, you pull off him, fall to all fours and raise your. I was surprised to see Kaitlin and her mother step out and approach me. “Hello, Janice,” I called out.Kaitlin’s bandages were gone, but her lower face was a mass of reddish-white scars, and her left hand hung awkwardly at her side. She looked at me, her face inscrutable.Janice nodded to me. “Hello. I wanted to see how Jo was recovering, and Norm, my husband, told me that she flies here.”“Yes, she does.” I pointed skyward where the Extra was a dot as Jo practiced her maneuvers at a safe. "Joan decided Vicky was right. Don and Frank were thinking with their balls, not their brains, and they wouldn't respond to reason or to scolding. It would be best just to spy and find out exactly what was going on between Shelly and their husbands."Well, Shelly," Frank said, "Don and I got to talking, and we decided the only thing we can do is share you. We don't want a fight over you. We've been buddies for a long time. So do you think you can handle us both?"Shelly laughed. "Of course, boys!.