‘Wow!’ Jake thought, loving her attentive advances. ‘She’s really hot today!’Béla was positively radiating lust as she whispered, “We hav... a little time before supper,” her breath hot against his flesh.Béla’s entire body was in contact with him, now, her head and arms around his head, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hard nipples pressing in a little above his own. Her soft belly twisted slowly back and forth against the bottom of his rib cage. Her leg tortured him, slowly moving up. .. Randie waslooking a mess. Ms Barton wasn't looking too well either. Old habitsdied hard, and Randie was finding her male attitude hard going for herhusband."It's like torture. I love the bastard. And sex with him is uncanny.But... I have to lower my sights, lower my... how the hell do womentake it?? I'm a good cook! I like cooking! I even like tiding up! Butit's never enough! But I love the bastard!"Randie was feeling the same. Physically she had adapted, inside therewas still too much..."I. "When's the next game?" She asks. I guess I don't have to worry about her. "Friday night, but I won't be there. I'm going to my moms." I tell her."Who cares?" She asks, without any touch of humor. "You don't get a turn anyway." She says, snottily. "Well, except that time before the game, but who needs that?" She says, asking about the specifics for the game. I tell her and we hang up. I guess the football team will be winning from now on.Sherrie spends every night this week over at Ken's, while. Who could deny such an invitation. I readily accepted and we headed to her room which was on the 3rd Floor. Room no.13. I removed my jacket and got comfortable on the sofa as she came with 2 glasses and a wine bottle and sat quite close to me. We kept chatting and drinking till we felt quite high. I realized we were quite close to each other.Now we both were breathing into each other. There was a complete silence in the room. I took a chance and went close and started to kiss her on her lips..