” “I know,” Tara said. “I feel the same. But what should we do?”“Maybe we need some ground rules,” I suggested. “Some things in place ...o that we don’t cross the line.”Tara shrugged. “Fine with me, but what’s the line you don’t want to cross?”“Well, I think having sex would be too far,” I said. “I think that would be outright cheating on my wife…”“Yeah, I can see that,” she said. “It’s fine with me. But does that mean everything all the way UP to sex is okay?”I got a little embarrassed. “Well…I. Ali opened the front door. Nice to see you Marge. Come on in. Ali walked back in the kitchen leaving Marjorie to close the door. They had a different relationship now no longer the power plays and condescending attitude. Marjorie dutifully closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. Tea or coffee Marge I have both – freshly made and freshly baked Madeleines. Oh that sounds lovely Allison. Why dont you call me Ali all my friends do? As she turned her linen shorty robe fell open exposing her. Her heart pounded as she inspected the white cotton briefs. She felt the clean crotch still damp from Max's saliva. The brown skidmark had also been sucked out. It really aroused her that Max had smelled and tasted her filthy knickers. She spun around blushing. On her way to the toilet she thought about Max and her knickers. Nicola had always left stains and skidmarks in her knickers after going. No matter how well she wiped herself, there was always a little pee and poo in her knickers. This. Holding her hand flat over her pussy, Grace was pushing herself against her palm when she said, "I can't take it anymore. Mike, I need your tongue in my ass."Grace was one of the only people that ever requested that I rim her. Since then, I was always sure to provide this to her. It was a special bond between us, I felt. She got up onto her knees, turning over and offering her tanned bottom to me. I got up on the bet behind her, kneeling on all fours, and slid my tongue up and down the crack..