She was his and I now knew this. Mark even regarded me as more of a spectator now He was always friendly with me but when you are fucking another man�...�s wife and love I guess you are deeper friends than your c***dhood friends. Jen was on all fours he favorite position her breast swaying as Mark drove his manliness deep inside her had become a favorite sight of mine and in person it was exquisite. The sound of her moans filled the room and before I knew it I was taking my clothes off. Jen giggled. I kissed him hard, my arms wrapped about his neck. I clung to him, working my hips to match the pounding rhythm of his thrusting cock. He plunged into my cunt over and over again, stimulating me.My orgasm swelled fast. My clit throbbed, drinking in the thudding impact of his pubic bone every time rammed his dick into me. My cunt clenched down on him as he withdrew, inflaming the silky friction.Pleasure rippled through me. Nathalie whimpered and groaned beside us, frigging her pussy so fast as. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had given up trying to have a lot of men friends. I had nothing in common with most other men."I wonder if our hidden bisexuality is what's kept us friends all these years," he suggested, "Unknown to each other we are each other's type."We sat talking for the next hour. Any thoughts of catching a fish were gone, we hadn't even checked our baits since our initial cast. He asked me how much experience I'd had with same gender sex and when I told him I'd. I wanted to pull away, but at the same time needed to push my pussy into her face and pump it against her wonderful mouth and tongue. I came. It was a combination of panic and relief as her tongue and fingers touched my g-spot and clit at the precise moment that my body surrendered to pleasure. I was breathless. Linda crawled up my body kissing every thing along the way. I ask her if she had cum. She said she did not, but I would be given another chance.We lay panting and sweating when Ing, her.