Once inside Anita’s apartment the girls initially flaked out on the sofa, bags spread out before them. Then Anita got up, making the excuse to use ...he loo, asking Sue to make a cup of tea. As Sue sorted the kettle and teas out, unsure of how this would pan out, never having made out with a girl before.Sue heard Anita enter the loo, after a short while the flush and then an inordinate time washing her hands. But Anita didn’t return immediately. Sue poured the tea and placed each of the full. Taylor?” What a vision? Sarah stood in the door with only the light over the mirror on in the bathroom and just the lamp next to the bed so she seemed to glow angellically, her hair seemed a halo, her face very angelic though her body was heavenly. She,d only put on the new transparent negligee I,d given her as a wedding gift on which highlighted her perfect body and my cock stiffened at the sight. Instead of her usual beehive she,d combed it till it fell to just above her breasts, her eyes. Comments welcomed. Obviously it's unfinished. The plot is this:* Airport* Fuck* Get High* Make LoveI'll post the final version after she get it.I started out calling this story is “The Plan”. Upon reflection, I found that the title was not particularly appropriate. You see, the word “plan” implies a best guess. It means, “this is how things are supposed to go”. It is used in phrases like, “If all goes to plan...”, or “I need a Plan B”. But it doesn’t describe this story. What I’ve. "Stacy, if you are thinking what I am, it is dangerous, you know. I am a married man. Of course, my marriage isn't what I'd like, but you should just be aware of the risk. That being said, I still would like to enjoy you, at least this once, if that's alright with you. I'll risk it, if you will."Stacy didn't bother to speak back to him, but planted her lovely lips on Paul's mouth, inserting her tongue as she kissed him. This French kiss began to increase his determination to fuck this sweet.