"Are you sure you should be leaving so late?" asked Alex.Erin gave her a look."Okay, never mind," muttered Alex in resignation."No hanky-panky tonight... you two," admonished Erin. She knew there wouldn't be any, but she couldn't resist yanking on both Alex's and my chains."You're a fine one to talk," retorted Alex. "You're the one who's the hussy."She pronounced it with a Z sound, huzzy, and Erin smiled at her a little indulgently."So don't you go trying to take that title away from me," she. Sandman had to admit he was surprised as he didn’t pick Kelly as a cheat and I responded neither did I or I wouldn’t have married her. We then proceeded to get absolutely hammered and started talking about the old days until the wee hours of the morning. I awoke Friday morning with a huge hangover and an urge to vomit. I had a shower and shave, had breakfast and after that started to feel somewhat like a human being. I remembered Sandman saying that I should act normally around Kelly and be the. Her hands reached up, poking each exposed ab in turn before reaching her tits. Mara’s tits were small, maybe a B cup on a big day, but that didn’t stop her from having some impressive nipples. Those two nubs dented out her bra extremely well. Mara cooed in approval as Hilary cupped her breasts, her fingers taking in a gum drop sized nipple between them. That coo became a moan and shudder as Hilary rolled the nipples around, giving them a good squeeze and pull. The 3C also began to buck her. She then ground back into Sam, pressing her ass against the other girl, writhing and rotating until she found the place and pace that made her lover cry out again and again, like waves crashing upon the shore. ‘Oh God, Sammy, Sam, I can’t—!’ Miranda gasped as she began to convulse, her cleft squeezing Sam’s fingers tightly as she continued her ministrations. The scent of her filled the air, they could almost taste it as she spasmed and shivered in the throes of orgasm. Sam gently extracted her.