Janet’s husband was pissed that he hadn’t brought his camera with him. He never did get any of the pictures. I told him that they accidentally got...erased. In reality I still have them on several discs stored away properly and look at them occasionally. Anyway Janet and my wife undressed very sexily, danced around some, and posed for about fifty pictures before Janet mentioned making out like they did as teenagers. The next thing I knew they were making out in front of their husbands. We watched. Then she started rocking up and down, small movements. She sighed. We couldn't see, but it was obvious she was fucking Paul.Tom got up and stood next to Jim. He also had his cock out. I only had two hands so I let go of Mark's cock and started stroking Tom's. I felt deliciously sexy. I'd just met these men and now I was acting like a slut in front of them.I looked Jim in the eyes as I sucked his cock."That's it, suck that cock," he said.I took my mouth off of his cock and said, "greedy," as I. She just walked into the apartment nearby. I followed her without a clue.Then she went inside the lift and I also rushed into that. There were a few others so she didn’t speak. When the lift stopped on her floor, she went to her flat. I followed her like a puppy.I couldn’t believe what was happening. She removed her jacket and asked me to relax. I saw the Paki wife closely for the first time. She was like a doll. She was in a t-shirt and jeans. She gave me a formal hug. Before I could hug her. "Oh, so now you want my drugs and my body?" That was why Becky loved Sara. She was such a slut, and she was cute too. At twenty, Sara was the type of girl that looked perpetually sixteen. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed a beautiful, cheerleader face. Small nose, high cheekbones and full lips. She looked like she either had a damned good plastic surgeon or she was blessed by god. (Looks are always deceiving.) Tiny, cute breasts and a thin five-foot frame.She was the prototypical angelic,.