She accepted my plea by quickly removing her panties and spreading her legs wide. I got back down on my knees but the bed was too high and my cock jus... pressed at the cold metal edge of it. There was a pillow on the bed, so I grabbed it and folded it and put it under my knees. Now everything was perfect, and I could guide my cock into her pussy, slowly pushing it in.I gave her the best of what I had learned through the years, fucking her sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes stopping half. I forced myself to take a deep breath before knocking.Ann's voice came from inside. "George?" Yeah." It's open. Come on in."I closed my eyes, took another breath, opened them, and opened the door. In one one-hundredth of a second, I thought of a hundred things I wanted to say to April.But I didn't say any of them.April was sitting against the wall in Ann's bed, wearing a t-shirt that obviously wasn't made for her, since it hugged her breasts too tightly and barely covered her navel. She had a. You might say it ended well but to our experienced and sensitive eyes, Jon and Sally were on their way out as a couple. That little scenario was repeated maybe 5 or 6 weekends in a row until Sally showed up one Saturday night by herself, sad, feeling lonely, and needing a friend much more than a fuck. The problem? Jon was off somewhere with another woman expecting Sally to be ok with it and without her having any say in the matter. Swinging doesn't usually fix relational problems like that but. She'd grown up an only child who was very pampered and got anything she wanted she had always hung out with the snobby rich girls. But everyone who knew Jeff was curious as to how he and Terry ever got together. Jeff was really laid back and was friends with anyone he met. And though his brother had a very prestigious job he was very easy going like Jeff.But we had gotten to be friends with Terry for Jeff's benefit. Though I still fantasized about fucking the crap out of her. Because she did.