Despite that, I strained my ears, listening for every little whimper I could hear.I heard the unmistakable sound of Jemma coming. There was a brief pa...se in the sound, and then I heard Jemma start moaning and groaning again. Not long after, she came again - her voice even louder.It didn’t end there. She must have come five times before the sound from the other end of the trailer died down. Obviously, Holly was a hell of a pussy licker. I lay there with a vision of my sister devouring her. We liked the same stuff, the same people, and we made good grades in mostly the same classes in our small high school. It wasn’t Bill OR Kate around school and in our crowd, it was “BillandKate” or the other way around. After dating all that time we and all our friends more or less assumed that we’d be a couple for good. Now we weren’t going to be -- for good.Kate, with her usual good sense, had told me that a long distance romance at our ages, with our senior years left in high school, plus. I dressed in what my wife calls my "realtor drag" - knee-length blackskirt, white blouse, red and black jacket, and two inch heel blackpumps. We took a short walk by the pond, and my wife offered to get thecamera from the car to record the event while I enjoyed the scenery. Iwas startled by the sound of a car starting, then shocked as I saw herdriving away!I had my cell phone in my purse and quickly called her. Her reply to mysemi-hysterical questions was, "You always wanted to be outdoors. "Yeah but she still must have liked cock. After all she married you and had a baby." I wrote back.He seemed to go silent for a long time and I wondered if I had upset him. Then he sent a reply."It was my fault! After we were married I ran into my old girlfriend from school. I still had the hots for her. She seemed to want it too. So, we started fucking. I know it sounds bad but it was a real turn on fucking my wife and then going to her place and fucking her too!" He wrote."Well how did that.