Jazz's soapy touch was amazing."I remember this scent," Kinny said as she washed Jazz's hair. "Mrs.Tupper. Takes me back. Good memories. Nice ones." A...e you okay with this? No PTSD?" I'm okay. No idea why, but I'm okay. Cookie, give me an overlay. Thisroom, the rest of the house. Everything as you remember it, just beforethe lights went out."The darkness dissipated somewhat. Kinny could see again. She lookeddown. Saw his own dick."That's probably not accurate." Oh," Cookie said. "Sorry."Now. I could see that Diana was less nervous now and was enjoying herself. After about an hour we went back to the apartment. I poured us all a drink and put on some chilled and sexy music. Rob and I both sat on the sofa and Diana came and sat on a stool to the side of me. I could see she was unsure about how we were going to start things off, so I started to kiss her and gestured for her to come and sit on my lap, on the sofa. She did so and we kissed some more, my hands stroking her arms and. Our tongues entwine as my arms make their way around his neck. My heart beat is erratic as his lips claim mine, an almost animalistic marking on me. “You are slowly becoming my dream come true Tim, I was just too stupid to see what was always in front of me,” I whisper breathlessly, feeling his lips slide down my face and onto my shoulder, kissing softly. “I will never leave you Bethany. I am as much yours as you are mine.” I arch my back as warm washes over me, grinding against him, desperate. When I got to the bedroom, I saw a gorgeous ass and a head of blond hair, but neither belonged to my wife. My wife was on the other side of that woman and that woman's face was in my wife's pussy. My wife lifted her face from the woman's pussy and said, "We're getting acquainted."I suddenly realized that the ass and blond hair belonged to my last week's dinner companion. What could she possibly be doing in our bed lapping at my wife's pussy? I learned they met at the salon having their.