"Sure,Do you want some water first?" I hand her her water bottle from her bag."Ya, Give me some."She opens her mouth slightly, it looks like a new tul...p, tender fat and slightly pursed.She bounces on her legs, pressing down on her front thigh with all her weight,both hands on her shin. Her oval nails are white with the pressure of her vice-like grip.I rest the tip of the rubber nozzle in the cleft of her bottom lip and squeeze a short hard squirt, aiming under her tongue. Sherrie presses her. ... Not fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in Owen's car on the way home. After Abby left with Ryan, Owen offered to give me a ride. We spent the drive in relative silence, the palpable feeling of sexual tension hanging in the air around us. It was as if we had changed all of a sudden. Like we both were finally, at the same time, accepting the feelings we had toward one another.But what if I was reading it all wrong? I wanted to say something. Literally anything to cut this tension. I just. We are now divorced but still friends, we didn't divorce because of what we were into but due to other pressures.I still think of Monica and what a let her or convinced her to do and it still turns me on to no end, Now in our senior years we have moved on but the good memories will never fade. I will tell what took place over some over 15 years of sharing Monica in a series of stories and remember, they are all true accounts, how I felt, the excitement of offering the woman I loved to others.. Karen’s face smashed into Lisa’s pussy on Dave’s first hard thrust and then repeatedly as he gained momentum. Reaching back, she placed a palm on his abdomen and looked back. “Easy, babe. You’re throwing me off. Let me do the work.” Dave grinned and wiped the fine beads of perspiration dotting his forehead. Karen rocked back, impaling herself on his thick hard cock. A burst of pleasure rushed out from her core and she moaned. Lurching forward, she ran her tongue in a wide bent sweep up Lisa’s.