I covered myself with a quilt waiting for my turn. He showered, and, without saying a single word to me, switched the light off and fell asleep. I wa... on the edge of bursting out with tears. I went for a quick shower and of course I washed my face and brushed my teeth. The cheeks were rosy and eyes constantly filled with blocked dews. I knew what I wanted. A cigarette. I've never smoked, but who cared. I put on the jeans, a loose shirt, a coat, the only flat shoes I had, and I sneaked out of. "You know damn well," I say out loud, and then think to myself; ‘Fuck that outfit makes my puss ache.’Seeing that I have yet to finish and the confused look on my face, she gives me a grin, and she walks towards me. I watch her slip her fingers inside the waist of her skirt and then move down. When she reaches me, she pulls two fingers out covered in her juices. She slides them first across my bottom lip then pushes them into my mouth, letting me taste her.She pulls her fingers out then moves. Besides that, it would embarrass me for Jeff to know I'm sore – and the reason."Matt chuckled. "Oh, I imagine Jeff is familiar with women being sore, but I am sorry. In my defense though, last night was a first for me, well, for both Courtney and me. We've never had another person in bed with us. And, well, having two beautiful women ... I uh..." His dick wouldn't go down," Courtney finished for her husband, amusement coloring her voice.Blushing, Bridget rose onto her tiptoes to brush her lips. ****** Kingford pulled to the curb past the house where he spent an hour one night, a month ago. His car, a rented Hyundai of all debasing things, wouldnt be out of place in a neighborhood such as this. A loose off-the-rack suit, with a stock shirt and tie, fell short of his decades as a corporate head and captain of industry. The empty briefcase, a prop covered by vinyl and not Italian leather as he normally carried, felt like a weight to his self-respect. But he had to appear common and.