She crawled into bed, and I shed my boxers before joining her. I thought we were going to assume the same position, but she was facing me this time. S...e was purposely laying close, so that our faces were practically touching. Our bodies were also dangerously close. Her nipples brushed against my chest."Are you mad?" I finally asked.She frowned. "Why would I be mad?" You know, about this morning."She paused. "Let's not talk about it right now. Let's just lay here quietly, and not say anything."I. I'm sorry Michael, but I really am a slut." "It's okay Jeanne. You don't have to apologize. I'm beginning to realize that I love being married to a slut." Jeanne said, "Baby hearing you say that makes me so happy." "It makes me pretty happy too." Amy asked, "Is the chemise you wore sheer?" "It is. You can see a hint of everything, even my pussy." Mel said, "That sounds hot. Did Trent like it?" "He loved it. When he saw me the first thing he said was, Now that's what I'm talkin about." Jeanne. I was still feeling hardness of his cock in to my pussy. Slowly….. slowly.............. His cock started becoming soft and he pulled his cock out of my pussy. I got up and went to bathroom to clean myself. I have drained out his cum coming out from my pussy with my own juices and washed out it. When I returned back to the bed, he was waiting for me to clean himself in the bathroom. He too went bathroom and cleaned himself. We turned the light off and we both were sleeping naked on the bed. Without warning, I felt a warm, soft female hand on top of mine and a throaty voice whisper directly into my ear, "Here, Paul, let me do that for you." The hand was a bit more gentle than I had been on my swollen spike...but it was no good. I was startled by my 40-year-old neighbor who slipped down on the step beside me and wanted to pull me to completion. I lost my hardness and jumped. "What the f*ck?" went through my mind. What was happening? Who was this?It was Mrs. Quinn, my downstairs.