Kissing her felt so pleasant, he could just do it for hours if no one interrupted him. Of course, Brit liked to kiss him back just as much, if not mor....They cuddled like that for a few minutes, just having fun being near each other. While they certainly enjoyed sex together, they both agreed that most of that was due to the intimacy and closeness of their bodies. When they slept together, even if there was no chance of getting caught, they didn't necessarily make love; often they just held each. He found the building with ease, memorizing the spot where she was located. The transmitter also worked as a tiny audio transceiver as well, so he could hear everything that was going on where she was.Steve tapped the watch lightly, turning up the small speaker in his ear. It seemed that Rachel was now talking to herself."Guys! I'm home!" Rachel called out. She put her bags down on the couch, removing her slick rain jacket. She could feel the cold water drip onto her white T-shirt, the fabric. Dianne?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear what my wife's reward would be for humiliating herself this way."Your wife is allowed to kiss my ass." Gemma gave a slight shiver. "And I can tell you, the bitch can really get her tongue deep up my ass."I quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard. I'd enjoyed watching Dianne and Gemma together but this had to stop. "I think it's time for you to find a new...towel bitch!" That is up to Dianne, don't you think?"Before I had the chance to. I thought I was a good girl, but apparently I am not. I am semi-happily married to Randy, but I recently discovered he was having an affair with Sharon, one of my best friends. Of course, I can’t complain too much. For reasons unknown to me, I haven’t had a real interest in my husband sexually for some considerable time. At some core level, I know that I was culpable, as well as he and Sharon, but knowing that doesn’t alter how I feel. Randy really pisses me off. On the one hand he had an.