. About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked... was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I stayed it meant that I didn't. I started touching myself, massaging my nipples and rubbing my clit to the sight of my boyfriend going down on another woman. All of a sudden a shadow fell over me and I heard a whisper in my ear “Look who didn’t have enough. What are you doing?” I placed my index finger against my lips and signed him to be quiet. Mike looked inside the room and saw his wife being plowed by my boyfriend. He came standing behind me, my back pressed against his chest. Now he was the one fondling my breasts. “Look. She hadon a fairly short flared black skirt with a lemon blouse withsmall flowers on, black stockings or tights and black ankleboots.She grinned at me and said, "I can see by your expression thatyou like what I am wearing. Well if you are a good boy ...."She trailed her voice off and then got down to her normalsecretarial duties as if Friday had never happened. As the daywore on I found it more and more difficult to concentrate asJessica came in and out of my room swirling her skirt in a. I leaned forward from my rock, falling onto my knees and leaning forward to Linda. She didn't move, I leaned forward to suck her nipple. "Ummm. That feels good," she said, running her hand through my hair, holding my face to her breast. I leaned her back onto the mat, and almost simultaneously felt Tracy's hand on my back, slide across my ass, a finger trailing down my ass crack until her hand cupped my balls. Linda's hand had let go of her boob and slid down to grasp my cock. I'd been hard for.