Dave himself began to groan as large dollops of sweat swinging from his brow finally dropped to find rest upon Lynn's palpitating breasts. The groans ...urned into grunts, finally drowning out the sound of Lynn completely. Dave gave a final prolonged thrust, still holding her upon him. I knew that his orgasm had sent his seed deep into Lynn's body, deeper than mine had ever ventured. She audibly showed her gratitude as their momentum waned, then her lips moved to his and they kissed. Even though. He held it there for a while with just a slight bit of pressure. I thought to myself it wasn’t going to fit and I was going to let the guys down, strange thought. Tom started rubbing my clit as he keep pressure on my pussy with his cock. It felt good as he rubbed my clit, I thought of his bitch wife, and if she can take this I surely can. After rubbing my clit for what seemed like a long time I could feel Tom’s cock start to sink into my pussy. It did not hurt there was just allot of pressure.. How about you?’ He’s lying to himself. He does have friends and he shares a pint now and then with them. They read a lot, like him. A couple of them even aspire to be writers, churning out detective or adventure stories that no eyes will read with interest. One of his friends works for a lawyer that specializes in divorces of once loving couples. He hates his job but is scared to quit and look elsewhere. As for women, none of his friends are successful there. One is living in common-law, but. ’ Jasmine laughed. She sure didn’t feel forty-five any more she felt twenty something! The beer was making her a bit tipsy too. ‘What the heck?’ she thought, ‘I might as well have some fun.’ She rose to get another beer to find that the beer cooler was empty. She frowned. Now she would have to go to the garage and get some more. ‘Jasmine,’ Jim said, ‘Could you tell me where to find the washroom?’ Damn Jim would like to get his hands on her, especially after he had saw her fucking her husband.