I can tell you that Val doesn’t mind in the least. I think he gets more of a charge out of fucking her than he does fucking me.” She turned and lo...ked at her husband who was grinning at her.Millie spoke up, “Grace and I were like that. We’ve always shared as well as been each other’s intimate friend. We tried to go straight when she found Jack and married him, but now we’re making up for lost time.” She giggled.Darcie asked, “What other types of situations like that do you have in the. Pulling my head back slightly, to let him see it shoot in my mouth, he started to squirt his cream into my mouth. Rather than swallow it, I pushed my mouth over his cock making sure to leave a small opening to let his cream run out of my mouth and down to my breasts. I could feel his hot cream over my lips, chin, cheeks and it was sliding down my breasts to my nipples as I pulled away from him. Damn he had a load. Just than I heard a voice, ‘Sorry to disturb you sir, but what time did you want. What would be going through his head, if he saw me like this? Emily wondered. Would he really like, realize the drinking way back then was an act, this stupid charade to mask those old too-fragile fucking feelings? Realize that I was hot for him? Or would he be disappointed? Over their years of friendship, only that one incident had become the rift that put a distance between them. In a perverse way, however, even that could be a major turn-on for her, though.Your little Emily had a bit to. My orgasm was building and building, every thrust of his cock, every slap of his balls on my clit, brought me closer and closer. The shower upstairs shut off. “Oh no,” I gasped as fear surged through me. Stan couldn't see this, it would break his heart. “You have to hurry!” I could hear Stan moving around upstairs. He would be getting dressed, then coming downstairs for his coffee. I had started the pot before I left for my jog. I glanced at the coffee pot, imagining my husband walking in,.