“Fuck this”I hear this as I suddenly feel you move. Your hands reach out to grab my shoulders, your hard flesh slips from me leaving me empty and ...ching. The room seems to spin around me as I suddenly find myself on my back amongst the rumpled mess of sheets and pillows. My long pale legs pushed wide, your hands on my thighs and my knees resting on my chest. I am open for you, on display. Your eyes glued to my smooth bare pussy.Your face plunges between my thighs, your tongue delving deep. HE WAS AT THAT STRANGE STAGE, NOT HARD ENOUGH TO FUCK, REALLY, BUT TOO HARD TO PUT IT AWAY. HE KNEW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THAT. STEPPING UP BEHIND MARCIA, HE STRADDLED HER, MOVED CLOSE TO THE COUCH, AND REACHED FOR CAROL. HIS FINGERS WRAPPED IN HER SHORT BLOND HAIR, THEN HE PULLED HER CLOSE AND RUBBED HIS COCK AGAINST HER FACE. CAROL REMOVED ONE HAND FROM MARCIA’S HAIR AND TOOK HOLD OF THE PRICK IN HER FACE, GUIDING IT TO HER MOUTH. SHE SUCKED THE HEAD INTO HER MOUTH, WORKING IT WITH HER TONGUE.. "God I wish you were here to see this mess," she said, "And to clean it up with me, with our tongues."Art wondered about it. If he dared leave the house at 1am without waking his wife. This seemed too good a chance to miss. Fulham was only 25 minutes away...he could be there and back in an hour if they made it quick.Dare he?Sheena moaned into the 'phone, "Fuck I need your cock inside me." Alright", he said. "I'm coming. I'll be with you in half an hour. I want you to be in your front room. I'll. Her long straight black hair from our youth was cut to almost a bob. Surprisingly, her face hadn’t aged as much as I thought it would have. We hugged and the girls ran to the backyard. “Coffee?” she asked nonchalantly. I nodded and followed her towards the kitchen, watching her unforgettable backside taunt me for departing from her forever. She poured the coffee and sat down, and we started the small awkward chit-chat that I hated. She asked me if I was enjoying married life, and I answered.