We share a moment of eye contact, which prolongs. We just stare into each others eyes, lying side by side on my bed. If we've got to be here, let’s ...ive. I kiss her. I just did it. I embrace her lips, the lips that were too shy to show themselves. I can tell she likes. She was waiting. She was waiting for this moment also. Without a word, we keep going, putting some tongue into it and getting intense. The album stopped, and now we could only hear ourselves breathing. I can feel her getting into. ”Diana chimes in “Yes. Don’t tell me you never stripped in your room all alone to your favorite music, just for fun.”Inga’s taken aback. “No.” She tries to laugh. “You’re teasing me, right?”Catalina adds “No, everyone does that. I used to dance in front of the mirror.”Diana asks “Don’t you ever pretend to be seductive and naughty?”There’s a pause when no one says anything. Inga finshes her glass of wine and goes over and pours another one. Then Catalina suggests “turn on your mp3 player, and. Then I felt her hand on my pussy again oh yes it seems like you are enjoying your birthday, John said I think I should have a taste too and the cock in my right hand pulled away I lifted my hips slightly off the bed in anticipation of a new tongue, moments later there was a tongue in my pussy I wandered what my husband was doing and thinking about these blokes taking advantage of his wife but I suppose he had arranged it all. I felt something rub against my hand I stretched my fingers trying. ‘Of course, you can ask me anything Sara,’ he reached across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. ‘Well, I was wondering, if you still miss your wife and if you think about her.’ She blushed because she knew that it was probably a raw subject with him but her curiosity got the better of her. To her surprise he answered quite bluntly. ‘I think about her sometimes yes, but I don’t miss her. I rue the day I put that ring on her finger.’ So stunned was she by his admission, she almost.