You push my boxers down and push me back on the bed in a sitting position. Your hands wrapped around my neck just barely above my cock that ached so b...d for attention. You whisper between heavy breaths.."I need this, I need you" and with that you lowered yourself as far as you could as we both moaned into each other. You just set for a minute as I kissed and nipped at your neck. Then you slowly started moving, grinding your clit against me each time you plunged yourself as deep as it would go.. Abruptly I stopped and capped the bottle of oil, put it on the dresser, and got under the covers on my side of the bed. I had to stop this now or else it would go too far. I would wait for a while and run downstairs and take care of myself. However Cheryl had different plans. “Thank you so much Tom, I was starting to get itchy that’s why I chose oil,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.” Before I could object she had her oil in hand and the covers drawn back again and motioning for me. “Did you check with Kara?”“Yes. She’s interested in going as well. Jesse will ride with his friend Vasily as he usually does.”“Not to be indelicate, but have you gone to confession?”Michelle smiled, “My relationship with my confessor is my business, isn’t it?”“It is, but given our relationship...”“Let me worry about that, please. I have to reconcile everything, just as Kara did. We chose diverging paths.”“OK. I’ll keep my mouth shut on the topic unless you raise it.”“Steve, I’m very happy and. Of course the low cut thing might have been just a result of her large breasts stretching the fabric. Roxie wore green often, because it matched her eyes and set off her flaming red hair. Steve was wearing an obviously custom tailored Brooks Brother’s suit. I felt like the ugly duckling in my three year old Jacques Penne off-the-rack special.We piled into Roxanne’s snazzy new wine-colored Bonneville and headed out. We were like teenagers in that car. Steve was driving with Roxie sitting as.