"How about some scissoring?"Beth and Jayne looked to each other, smiles and raised eyebrows as they moved to face each other, moving close to touch. L...gs overlapping, their arms supporting them as they began to grind on each other, their pussies brushing against each other and still dripping with Nick's cum."Hmmm, that's good," Jayne said as Beth turned a little to the side."You just gonna watch?" Beth asked as she turned to Nick. "Bring that cock to me."Nick rested the phone on the table as he. She couldn't stay sat up long and would lay back down. The next time she sat up, I got behind her and held her up. I grabbed a free boob with my free hand as I continued to reach around her front as I deeply finger banged her pussy. This new position afforded me better access to her privates. I pulled my finger out before she came and slid it lower, over her taint and found her butthole. The oil on my finger and her pussy wetness had accumulated in her crack and provided ample lubrication for. I wished, not for the first time, that I could somehow go back in time and knock some sense into my past self, and urge him (me) to just ignore Ruth’s resistance and push ahead, driving her out of her self-imposed safety shell and into the real world of true intimacy. The worst that could have happened was that our friendship ended – in other words, no change from the current reality. The hour had grown late and my tossing and turning was keeping my wife from sleeping. I was still quite awake. I kissed the back of her neck and I cradled her breasts in my hands, my fingers rolling the nipples between them. ‘Brenda…’ I paused for a moment. She turned her head enough she could kiss me. I continued, ‘We lost each other once. We almost lost something that should not have been lost. I won’t let you go this time.’ ‘That’s why I came back.’ As she lay back down, she pulled me down beside her and kissed me, her tongue stroking my lips, and rubbing my tongue. Her hand was touching me all over..