Nice. Yawn. I drift off.Awake again after a bit. Not a dream. It's been so long since I woke upnext to another, I'd forgotten how a bed sags under the...weight of two.My hand slips over his, he doesn't stir. I hold it, slowly ease onto myback, onto my side, so that I face him.I touch a finger to his face, as gentle as moth, a dream. I trace aneyebrow, the line of nose, lightly, more lightly still, his upper lip.A finger, lightly, follows the path where crew cut hair and sun-browedskin meet.. Margaret will get down on her knees in front of me and take my cock into her mouth. My wife’s head will bob up and down and she will suck and nurse on my cock until I shoot thick streams of my sperm into her mouth. Margaret will swallow, then lick my cock clean and stand up to hug me and whisper ‘thank you’ into my ear. Or I might bend her over at the waist and my wife will spread her feet apart so that I can stand behind her, between her legs and push my cock into her already dripping cunt. My. I keep wondering what else she can come up with.”“We only have a week before we find out. Can we change the subject?”“By all means! What do you want to talk about?”“I don’t want to talk at all. I had planned to thank you for that wonderful time on Sunday by giving you that blow job I promised.”“That’s a subject I like! You better get naked first, however, because I am surely gonna give you the same in return.”June ran into the bedroom with Roger right behind her. They both undressed, throwing. Some background - Nancy is forty-two, has shoulder length silky brown hair, hazel eyes and a body that some would call either voluptuous or pleasingly plump. Whatever you call it, it had no trouble generating hardons in most men - especially in the men who gathered at our house one night a month for a poker game. The location had rotated from home to home and was usually held at our house once every six weeks, but for the past six months due to such circumstances as divorce, death in the.