Even tried to deep throat - that must take practice because I gagged terribly. But I kept going and going and going.The cock disappeared and the girl ...topped too, I was shoved towards a low table where she kneeled over one end. "Penitent Man gets penitent cunt..." and I dropped to my knees behind her and she guided my cock into heaven. I began fucking her like it had been years ... my god this is good. It had been six months since my layoff, five months since Sara had split, and oh god this was. How close we've become so quickly, thinking of our night together my fingers slip between my thighs, gentle spreading suds over my pussy. One hand reaches up to caress my breast, pinching the nipple, imagining it's you. I let out a small gasp of pleasure, pushing a finger deep inside my wet pussy, wet not just from the water. Before I can pull my hand out from between my thighs or release my breast, you wrench the curtain back, soap bar in hand, wide grin. "oh sorry, am I interrupting?" you. Alone she sat in the chair sleeping her hair looked wonderful as it was now a golden brown and only shoulder length. I gently touched her cheek calling her name “Time to wake” I said to her, still in a bad mood from last night I decided to take it easy on her today. “I love your hair, now” now she looked like her own person, she wanted to scream at me I could see this from her eyes but with the gag in nothing was coming out. I told her that things are now changed between us, you are no. There was no wild sex (well none that included us since we were not that interested in that) just sort of natural 'lounging' around in our birthday suits, drinking and chatting the night away. At some parties, couples would go off further into the yard and it was obvious that they were making love. It just added to the sexually charged atmosphere that I loved. My wife and I had one bedroom, Steve and Ida had the other and that is where we would retire after each day and evenings activities -.