.. except... but it's too late for..." And Joan's voice faded with the incomplete statement. Why was Julie asking? Had Tom made a play for he? No. Not...Tom. He was a trustworthy, monogamous man. But the thought nagged at her. Surely he wouldn't?It was late on Sunday afternoon when Julie called."Hi Sherry. Would you like to... like... go for a coke or something? Does your Dad let you go out on Sunday?" Sure Julie. No problem. I'll meet you at Stringer's." Stringer's was the quiet place they went. I could make outBill on top of Jessica fucking away at her. I strainedmy eye to catch a glimpse of her tits. I could hearJessica’s orgasm building until she finally came in aviolent spasm. As she was orgasming, she arched herneck and back, raising her hands over her head. Bill lifted his body up and there were her beautifultits on display for me! The were so round and perkywith big nipples. I had never been so turned on. Myhand was already stroking my cock. I was about to getup and leave. She stood, looking up into Frank's eyes through her bangs.It was probably at this point that the last shred of doubt or concern fled Stacy's lust-soaked mind. Her first orgasm of the night had started something that simply couldn't be stopped. The reign on her appetite for sex had been yanked free by her climax and now nothing would get in the way of what she needed.She grinned at him crookedly and reached up to encircle his neck with her arms. He bent forward as she opened her mouth to welcome. She unbuttoned my foreflap and mounted my knees despite my weak protests, encouraging my battered ram to action. She failed, left me there drunk, limp, mean and dispirited and went to bed. In the morning I explained. She did not look happy about it, but said she understood and would wait until I felt better and more confident. Right then I was almost sure I never would.Two weeks later, after living a celibate life, and, with Susan's help, learning a fair amount about Cornwallis's small but busy.