Lorena was a hot bisexual slut and we had been lovers since we were at college. Worse of all, she had been always horny about my husband; since Victor...was my boyfriend.Finally the day arrived and my sweet husband came with me to the airport, where we met my lovely Lorena. She was happy to see us after so many years. Victor drove us back home.Even though it was late, we decided to share some drinks during our chatting. Instead of red wine, that night we had margaritas…As we talked, I could sense. ‘Yep, I don’t suppose I’ll be getting mine in a nice warm mouth again now that Sadie’s gone’ he sighed again.I suddenly felt a dreadful guilt that here I was, as I saw it, being pleasured by Jim’s skilful touches while his cock lacked any attention. I plucked up the courage to gently touch then hold his cock, encouraged by his ‘oh’ and ah’s. And as he grew hard again, I stroked him up and down, enjoying the sensation of a man’s hardness.He stood up and turned towards me, letting his gown fall. "Uh ... thanks for making the guys lay off me back there, Lionel." No prob, bro. Didn't mean to blind-side you, though. I intended to get to know you a little and then ask if you'd give me a hand if I had any trouble with my classes. The word is that you're called 'Brain Trust.' I'm really a pretty good student, but sometimes I just can't get past something a teacher says. A friend of my brother's said you might help me out a little now and then. I'd appreciate that." That was a new twist on my. ’ We talked and laughed while eating our meals. We spoke briefly about the wedding and thoughts of certain people we would like to have in the wedding party. It was going to be a simple ceremony, but we wanted some of our closest friends to share our special moment with us. Finishing our meals, we paid the bill and wandered out of the door and onto the sidewalk. ‘How far to the boardwalk?’ I asked, as the harsh ocean wind swept down the street to greet us. ‘About a block and a half,’ Marlene.