The thought depressed her, for she would not have his ardent and thrilling nightly lovemaking until he returned. Passing her hand over her belly, down...to her plump pussy mound, she shivered. How could that hot, wet love-hole survive without his lovely penis.What a wanton bitch she would have turned out to be if she hadn't married Mark! She blessed her decision to marry him quickly. But if he knew what had driven her to beg him to take her to the altar, he would be profoundly shocked. She was. Pressing down on her legs while getting one foot on the bed and then the other, I was able to stand up on the bed. Stepping down onto the floor, I adjusted my shorts and stared at Rose Ann who continued to lie on the bed with a lazy, shit-eating-grin on her face. Raising up, Rose Ann patted the mattress and invited me back to her bed. I wasn't going to fall for that ploy and told her so. "Ahh, you're no fun," Rose Ann pouted."Lord God, Rose Ann. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I. On the surface of it all it seems like this is just a sex thing. But underneath it all, I am feeling a deeper relationship with Lynn and with you.”We walked to her door, holding hands. It struck me that a very short time ago I thought of Erin as an insufferable flirt and a sexy woman. I never thought of her as girlfriend or lover material. She is, in my mind, WAY above my pay grade.“Would you like something to drink?”“No thanks. I have had enough milk for one night.”Erin blushed a bit and. Darla made no fuss, acting as if her husband feeling up her best friend was old news.Maybe it was.By the time dinner was over Susan had slurped down two more daiquiris and was obviously tight and giggly. Randy didn't seem to be feeling the drinks he had downed and Darla seemed perfectly sober. Knowing her, however, Darwin was sure she was at least a mite tiddly also. Darla had to be pretty far gone before anyone noticed.After dinner the group had an aperitif, looked like a Brandy Alexander from.