As my mind drifted, I could still see her lips with my imagination, but her face was changing. Her face changed to Mariah's face and her hair changed ...olor to Mariah's hairstyle. With my eyes shut, it was Mariah that was riding me, not Agnes. As Agnes went up and down on me, my fantasy Mariah wrapped her lips around my cock. Although it was Agnes' vagina muscles squeezing my cock, I was pretending it was Mariah's mouth. With this new fantasy simulation combined with the real simulation, I. She drives me to work, and I drive us back to her place and walk home. But she likes to go to the parking lot a few times every night and I end up staying out late."I stumbled in the parking lot. "Wait? Joyce? Happily married Joyce?" Fucks at least two different guys every time we have a bar night," Kristi said serenely. "But don't worry; I haven't taken any lessons from her."I paused just by my car and looked at Kristi. She joined the company less than a year ago after graduating with a degree. They laughed and talked nonstop along the short walk, holding on to John tightly and insisted that he tell them more about the employment opportunity he mentioned earlier. Their suite was luxurious, it had a huge bed, a spacious bathroom and large living room which included a desk with a Herman Miller Aeron Chair™, which Maria loved to spin in. John went to the small refrigerator and pulled out bottle water, the girls declined. When he took a seat on the couch the girls sat on either side of. I had to set them into the start positions which entailed a lot of bodily contact getting them just right. Occasional slips of the hand, landing on intimate spots, was freely tolerated by the girls and some of them even encouraged it. They knew that there was a thing between Cathy and me and tried to push the limits whenever they could get away with it. I guess that a guy being spoken for makes him more desirable. I shuddered to think what they would have tried, should I ever be alone with one.