Any reservations I may have had about boning this young hunny were out the window and I wasted little time in peeling her clothes off. Shadowed by the...moonlight her firm, brown and up curved titties jiggled as we repositioned ourselves. She had been massaging the bulge in my crotch and touching the swollen head of my cock that was sprouting up and out of my jeans. She had an evil grin at the discovery of my package.Laying back the head of my cock was visible from the top of my jeans. Jana undid. The rocking of the bed naturally made his wives aware of what had just happened. Angelina spoke accusingly. "Sylvia? Did you just fuck my man?"Sylvia's voice came out almost as a whine. "I had to, boss. My body forced me into it. Sorry about that." I had an idea that this might happen, Sylvia. What are we going to do with you, girl? I think that your grief is behind you. You have accepted that Herbert is gone, and you have to live your own life once more." No, no, boss. I still miss my Herbert. ??I really don’t see why my sex life is so interesting to you. Some people would think it was strange for us to even be talking about this and you keep bringing it up. Sounds like you’re the weird one. Then you try to turn it into lesbian bashing. Really Stacy, you’re the weird one.??Don’t even. I wouldn’t have even know about this if Mark hadn’t made a pass at me. So I tell you about it, ready to be the comforting big sister, and your all like ‘did you go for it?’. Fucking freak.??Meh, I. As we got up, Patrick said: “I’ll come here Tuesday around ten. We’ll drive out to the house and fetch more of your clothing. OK?”“Yes. Thank you.”In the morning, I breakfasted and went out for a walk. I went to Thomas Pink on Market Street and bought a half-dozen shirts – stripes and checks. I told them to deliver to the Marriott. I then walked around the corner to Ron Bennett on Pitt, where I bought a grey suit and a teal velvet jacket. Again, I told them to deliver. Finally, I stopped at.