She hadn't seen him in six years. Quickly sizing him up, she had to admit he was still quite handsome."Hi Lee, it's been a long time. How are you?" Mi...e asked his voice a little unsteady."I'm doing well Mike, and you?" Lee replied.Mike seizing the opportunity said," Until today I haven't been doing to good. I miss you a lot, but could never get the nerve up to call you. My life seemed to be on hold. Seeing you here, you look more beautiful than I remember Lee. It is so good to be with you. The remainder of the specific phrasing of the conversation escapes the grasps of my memory (an unfortunate side effect of the alcohol), however, the actions and thoughts are perfectly intact. After a brief discussion of whether we had considered sleeping with each other, his hand moved under the blanket and returned to my hip. In that position, my shirt had slid up slightly, giving just enough exposed skin for his fingertips to touch. I closed my eyes, letting Michael slip from my thoughts. “Here.” She took hold of my hand and led it down her body, “Touch me, feel what you’ve done to me.” She was soaking. I had never felt a pussy that was so wet. As I tried to run my fingers along the opening between her pussy lips my fingers slipped easily inside her and as I pushed two fingers deeper into her Lisa gave a long, low moan of pleasure. As easy it was to slip into her wet hole, I noticed that Lisa’s pussy was tight enough to squeeze my fingers once inside her. I made a few in and out. “Ok, so I can’t hit it. So let me lick it!” “Stop it!” she said laughing, not taking me serious, but she had no idea how serious I really was. “I’m serious. Let me eat your pussy. That’s the same thing a girl would do. You could close your eyes and imagine a girl. Come on, you can let me go down on you one time.” I said and I winked and smiled at her. She was having none of it. “That’s enough,” she said “So are you gone hit that or pass it back to me?” She asked referring to the blunt still in.