It didn't haveto be anything earth-shatteringly important either. A trip to thelibrary, a walk through the park, a new recipe could be all that ittook... For Marcia, such a homely notion of happiness wasn't just aplatitude you read stitched into a tea-cozy and then promptly forgot inthe hustle-bustle of real life. It was, in all its humility andsimplicity, the very essence of a life well-lived.She poured the batter into the frying pan. With a wooden spoon, sheloosely swirled in the banana-spice. I curled up next to him, the characters on TV were an hour ahead of where we'd seen. We flicked back through. He'd tucked himself back into his pants. I rested my hand high up on his thigh. He kissed me gently but firmly. Pressing his lips against mine, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and whispered "You're amazing". He was unusually full of compliments. I squeezed his thigh as he kissed my neck. I felt him twitch again.Moments later, I had his cock out of his. I asked what she wanted she appoligised for telling me her problems I told her it wasnt a problem and sat on her bed whilst she got sorted.I noticed her sexy body I had to tell her how sexy she was, I did this and she stopped in her tracks,turned and said well your gorgous as well, she walked towards me and kissed me softly. We fell on the bed my hands feeling her horny body, I felt her hand grab my hard cock as she whispered she wanted a good fucking, I pulled her panties off and slid my cock. "The men occasionally were asked questions, and I noticed their responses (especially with sex-related things) were much cruder and more graphic than Janet and I were using. I found some of the language offensive, but a lot of it, graphic as it may be, was actually becoming sort of a turn-on! I saw Janet listening to them too, licking her full lips in excitement, her nipples hard through her dress fabric. So it wasn't just me then, I thought to myself. Well, that was okay, nothing wrong.