Of course, I did my fair share of texting too, Beth and I were best friends, one of the reasons i never asked her out, I didn't want to ruin something...so great between us. But I knew eventually I was going to have to tell her that I was crazy for her. My bestfriends always told me she liked me too but I wasn't going to get her if I never told her. So I told myself I'd tell her at the party, alone obviously, no one else needed to know about this. Besides, they wouldn't miss us very much, I was. In the house above the derelict kiln Pierre gave Osasu more details of the boat he had found in Bermuda. Winston listened in amazement as Pierre explained that a former French trawler which had been modified as a film prop for the box office flop "Henry Morgan and the Voodoo Queen" was still up for sale three years later. It was too small for use as any sort of sail training vessel, too rough and badly altered to be converted to a yacht and the work necessary to remove the masts and poop etc.. I quickly shut the screen down and stood shaking at what might happen now, my cock still dribbling with my weak secretions onto her panties at my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled on my jogger bottoms and gathered up her soiled panties before swallowing hard and going out to find her and face the music. I found my wife Alison pacing the living room floor, her face was like thunder, she had her hands rolled into fists in front of her god was she ever mad, I had never seen her this mad, I. I feel her big tits pressing against my chest while my cock presses against her belly. “Oh, Ann, I don’t know what to say.”“Don’t say anything, just enjoy what is happening,” is her reply. She takes my head in her hand and proceeds to kiss me …… passionately. Still a little dumfounded, I return the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues are tangling together inside our mouths like crazy things and we are both moaning. All the while her hand is gently stroking my cock while my hands are.