"Fuck Bob, that feels so fucking good. Keep sucking on them." Reaching around, I grabbed his ass and pulled him into Mary as hard as I could, savorin... the feel of his nuts in my mouth as I jutted my loins into Mary's mouth with more excitement than I had felt in years. Rolling his balls around in my mouth I began thinking about the story he was going to be telling his father, me sucking his balls, him fucking my wife, and now I'm thinking about all the cum I'm building up in his balls when. I was happy when Nicole admitted she was tuckered out, too tired to go dancing. Instead, we went to my apartment and soaked together in my large tub filled with soothing hot water and bath oils. Candles flickered as our only light source, and soft music filled the comfortable silences when we paused our conversation to change subjects or to consider what the other person said. Not surprisingly, Josh came up during our bath."You hurt him, Sandy. Why? And don't give me that song and dance about. That was pretty much the extent of it.” She set her empty glass on the window sill. “Shit! Speaking ill of the dead.” “Shania,” I spoke softly, my eyes focused on those incredibly pointed toes of her black shoes, “you’re just telling the truth, in confidence, to a friend.” There was a long silence. Her voice was just a whisper. “Tomorrow?” She paused. “Will you still be my friend tomorrow, when all this is over?” “Yeah, I will. No matter what happens today, I’ll be here for you tomorrow.” “Will. Since she was kneeling, Nat took the opportunity to closely inspect and smell Angie's knickers. They were white cotton and big like grannies - big and practical. Elasticated long legs and of course elasticated waist.Nat slid her hands up the outsides of her legs all the way up to the waist band and gripped it. Then it was pulled down, Angie realised she needed to bring her legs together as they came down. When they reached the floor Angie stepped out of them. Nat placed both hands on the inside.