When we danced at parties, she would get awefully close to me, almost grinding against me. And it went on, and on. She got married at the same age, an... we were, like, the two crazy couples that did it before it was cool.My wife and her were, mades of honour to each other (in here it is called a godmother) at their weddings, and we started hanging out, you know, like couples do. And the flirting I saw, or imagined (I wasnt sure back then) continued.Fast forward to 2009. I was 25, she and my wife. She held her head high and stuck her chest out a little further as if saying, ‘Yes, I am sexy and beautiful and I know it. But too bad this is all for my man here so look and weep, suckers.’When we stepped outside Mike was waiting as I suspected with the door open for us. His jaw dropped when he saw Sally in all of her beauty.“My, Sir, where did Sally go? Oh, wait this is Sally! Ma’am, I must say that you look amazing tonight,” he told her with a smile on his face.“Thank you, Mike, and yes I do. Her public hair was soft like she’d taken her cuntto a hair dresser. OOOPs! Sorry, sir. Anyway, my poor dick was suffering —about like yours looks right now. It’s gotta be mighty tight in thosepants. I was dripping heavily onto the carpet. I don’t know about you, butnobody was there but the two of us and when you think nobody will everknow, no telling what you might do. I mean, I can see right now you’ve gota wet spot on the front of your pants, so you know exactly. No gagging. You’re better than that, Cynthia.”Her chin was dripping with saliva and pre-cum. Benjamin pulled his cock out of her mouth and picked her up to bend her back over the desk.He rubbed his cock up and down her slit until she was pressing against him, begging for more.”“Do you want more?”Cynthia nodded.Another hard slap on the ass.“Do you want more?”“Yes, Sir. Please, “ she begged.He entered just the tip of his dick into her hole. She pressed back urging him to go deeper.He grabbed her.