“Emily!” I exclaim.“You know her?” Catherine says, sounding as surprised as I feel.Well, there’s no harm in explaining. “Used to,” I say... “A few years back. I had a huge crush on her.”Catherine nods, she looks as if she’s thinking. She fidgets slightly. Well, the vibrator is still humming. I switch it off. Save it for later.Car doors are slamming. Onlookers are moving towards the little group. “Do you still want her?” Catherine asks. “Because if you do, it looks like now’s your chance.”I just. I remember one time Tom jumped out of the pool suddenly grabbing a towel and running into the house. Jean came over to Paula and I laughing. She said they were doing there normal thing which was Tom finger fucking her and she would play with his cock. This time though Tom got too involved and came in his swim trunks. We all laughed and of course that was a running joke to tease Tom.Paula would come to my room in the middle of the night sometimes and we would try different things.When Jean came. "It's done. It's over."Did she know what pain those words inflicted on me? Was sheavoiding all thought of it? Was it that hard for her to bearthinking about it? It wasn't over! It couldn't be over!For a moment I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I lay there,scarcely breathing. Then, "Gwen, why?" I can't do this to my husband any longer. He needs me." Gwen!" I was reaching for words. Anything! "Do what? Do whatto him? He doesn't know! He doesn't know anything!" I wasfighting for. You lifted one leg up on to a chair allowing me lick and finger your now open cunt, it was very tight but so juicy my fingers slid in easily. You moaned and groaned loudly as my fingers slid in. ‘Please Chris…take me to bed, I need you…I want you to fuck me!’ you told me. I stood and kissed you, taking your hand we went over to the bed and fell on it. As we kissed and I played with your tits you started to wank my prick. ‘Your dick feels so hard Chris, You lie back…it’s my turn now, I want to.