She rushed forward. Her lips opened and she teased inside my mouth with her tongue. A bullfighter’s red cape if my own tongue was the bull. I cupped...the back of her head. Her red hair was soft, but coarser than Sam’s. Her skin was warmer, her lips larger. She folded her chest right against mine and I felt her breasts pushing against me. She felt me as well. I hurried back.“How come you didn’t kiss her as long?” Alex asked. Her honesty in the question scared me. Why do we drive on the right side. Pumping his load into his slutty wife. Later, as the couple cuddled up together, they couldn't stop talking about their newly found sexual freedoms. "My second fucking of the day will probably be around noon, Darling ... and then once more before I'm allowed to leave for the day. Will it turn you on at work to know that Mr. Brintel is screwing your wife two or three times a day?" "Oh yes... I can't believe this. I've already cum four times and you're getting me hard again." "Mason has many. I hear clits are over ten times more sensitive than anything a guy has. We can never know the pleasure you have, and that actually pissed me off when I first heard it but now I am glad I know, because if you are unfairly able to get more pleasure than the guys, then you can suffer just that- much more. I said as my fingers collided with each other, the thin little ball of a clit a collection of nerve endings wedged in between my tightening fingers, crushing and squishing it. I smiled as she. ‘I know,’ I said, placing my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips down to mine, kissing her gently. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You’re welcome,’ she replied, with a smile. I rose and began to dress. She watched me, as if trying to memorize my every move. After I was dressed, we left the cabin and walked to her house, which was only a few blocks away. Once we reached her front porch, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Billy’s phone number. It rang and rang and then went to voicemail. I hung.