I grabbed Ellen in the kitchen, starting to fall, she can't help screaming but we didn't fall. I twisted as we slide against the wall and, never relax...ng my grip, I eased us down to the floor, still behind her but now laying side-by-side. I roll on top of her, using one hand to pin both her hands over her head (also catching a handful of hair), and rubbing my day-old chin stubble against her neck. I use my free hand to caress her hips. She stopped struggling, as I played with her ass through. “God, Amy, what a great ‘hello’ this is.”I didn’t respond, I just kept sucking his cock as his hands ran through my hair. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, wanting to suck every last drop of cum out of his balls, thinking this would some how make up for what I did with his daughter the night before. It didn’t take to long before I felt Sam stiffen up and say,“Oh god baby, I’m going to cum. Keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your mouth!”And that’s what I did, I kept sucking like this was. At last it was Sunday night, with school and normality looming in the morning. I started to get undressed for bed but Mary stopped me. I was wearing the corset and stockings as a kind of farewell to all things feminine, but Mary wanted to enjoy the contrast of my clothing and body one more time before it ended. Her hands began to rove up and down my dress, caressing my body through the silky material. In very little time her hands were sliding over the nylon of my panties to trace the outline. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour. My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain. Oh, right. Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends, their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker. We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits.