She lifted so that I could move my hand under her. I felt her left leg come over the joining of Kate’s and my legs, opening her center to my questin... fingers. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers played in her damp folds and found her clit.It was so familiar and yet so foreign. I’d been ridden to climax by one lover while fingering the other enough times that this felt natural. Yet it was strange because Kate and Wendy were not normally the ones I was with. I realized Kate was subtly. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and her feet were bare, revealing immaculately painted toenails the same shade of blue as her eyes. She showed me into a neat apartment that was modestly furnished in what appeared to be thrift store purchases, or gifts from friends, or relatives. Nothing really matched, but it had a funky, eclectic vibe that somehow meshed everything together. It made me long a little bit for the four years that I spent in college in dorms, and apartments just. As soon as we walked in the house I recognised the sounds of Miles Davis mixed in with the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity. I quickly guided Marion past the open lounge entrance and up to my room where I saw a recordable DVD laying on the bed. I guessed what it was and I was right. As we undressed I put the disc in the player and saw that it was the results from the evenings bowling.Debra Mills and David Jefferson had guided the 'Hawks' to their fourth successive win while the 'Jaguars'. My cock jumped right to attention as I looked at her with what she was wearing. She had on a black see through negligee that went to half way to her knees, black see though bra and panties with stay-up stocking with wide lace tops and red stiletto high heels with gold tips the type you would see exotic dancer’s or hookers wear and her pearls and earrings accented her outfit beautifully. She said does your fucking little cum slut look good enough to eat as she smiles and ran her hand down.