Seeing her friend in somedistress, I realised that I had probably left her too long with herhands tied above her head. I cut her free, removed the tap... from hermouth and gently rubbed her arms to relieve her discomfort. I foundmyself treating her as if she really was a girl, as I could not conceivethat I could otherwise be this tender and intimate with another man, itwas a really strange, and confusing feeling, but I was not at alluncomfortable with it, it just seemed so natural. I was not. ‘So how sure are you really that they were lovers?’ ‘Can’t prove it, but I think so,’ Doug said. ‘It wasn’t something you ever said out loud back in the fifties, especially if you were a teacher of all things. But they probably were.’ ‘Come on!’ Kelly said. ‘Just because a woman didn’t want to get married back then?’ ‘I know, I know,’ Doug said. ‘But…well, you know what they say about the fifties being so repressed, and I’m sure some of that was true. Kind of embarrassed I’d forgotten that. I. Her first day, the way that dark curl fell teasingly onto her forehead, the bit of red on her prominent cheekbones, the gentle curve of her jaw as his eyes descended. ‘What are you going to do now?’ she asked. As he opened his mouth to reply he let his eyes gently roll down her neck and over the gentle curve of her breasts. Then, as he had each time over the last, what was it, ten, eleven years, he returned his gaze to her eyes. ‘I don’t know… lunch?’ ‘I meant… but lunch is good.’ They walked. And I was watching my wife suck such a monstrous dick I was ready to come….I speed up my rhythm and started fucking her deep and she was now about to come and she stopped sucking him and mourned to the rhythm and I knew she is coming and she asked me to keep doing it and kept pounding her and and there she is cumming oohhh ahhhh oooohhh…Please …..Mmm….And I stopped and asked my friend to fuck and her make her come again.. He started again and started fucking her hard this time she was ready for.