She had to admit that she seemed to be constantly aroused. She couldn’t even sit in her own furniture without first placing a towel down to soak up ...er juices.But she knew that it all had to stop. It just wasn’t right.She was instructed to be at Marge’s house at 1:00, which was only five minutes away. She was told to wear nothing but the sarong that Marge had given her. She held it up again and looked at it. The brightly colored floral print seemed so tiny. She wasn’t sure that it could be. I moved up over her and positioned my eager cock between her legs and began to push. It slipped in rather suddenly after some initial resistance and was about halfway in when Lori just went and pushed down all the way. I started doing my thing and, yes, she felt really good, tight, wet, smooth, slippery inside, just great. She didn’t just lay there, either, she was as much into it as I was, which was more than I’d expected. Unlike some of these hook-ups, I guess, Lori seemed to enjoy the sex we. Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a little squeeze, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a little unsteadily from the dance floor towards the exit, her grip on him a little more possessive than he remembered it being on the walk over, not that he minded in the least, of course.As they stepped outside into the cold of the evening he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her company and the alcohol flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked. Simon winced. “They’re not dead. They’ve just heard that if they hold very very still, I might move on.”“Okay. That got dark fast.” said Nick. “Maybe we should lighten the conversation and just talk about Threnody for a while. Inez, what do you know about Threnody?”“Enough to write a book with all the good parts missing.” said Inez. “It’s not exactly light subject matter, though.”“It’s got to be lighter than necrophilia jokes.” Simon suggested.“Arguably. It does involve kidnapping, sexual.