The card tournament will go on though, just in a different format.’ He was wearing a brown trench coat over a black pair of jeans and a black T-shir.... Broad chest, broad shoulders. She suddenly had an image of running her hands over his chest and shoulders while pressing her body up against his, and just as suddenly, she banished the thought. Besides not being what she had set out to find, he was young. Too young for her. What was she thinking? But then he turned back to her with those eyes. They seemed like such a happy couple.“It’s been almost a year, Rachel,” he stated, letting go of my hand. “She won’t .. you know. I mean, you know I love her. If sex is all I wanted in the first place, I wouldn’t have waited a year.” I was surprised at his frankness. John and I had been friends since we were in the fifth grade, and he was an open guy. Sex was part of our daily conversation but we had never discussed sex with Bella involved. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came. " Grace smiled at me as she said, "Just when I thought life couldn't get more complicated." Gwen snickered. "Oh, hell yes, it can." Grace looked over at Gwen, asking, "So who was this Smith guy or what was he?" Looking around, Gwen said, "Someone looking for a German from the Big War, sounds like Israel." I blurted, "Mossad, Israeli CIA." Gwen and Grace both looked at me speculatively then nodded. I looked around as I asked, "Where's the rest of our flock right now?" Gwen answered, "If I had to. I had lost all inhibitions about my marriage vows and my hatred for blacks by this stage I just wanted him to fuck me, to fuck your slut of a wife until I begged for mercy.I moaned and thrust my chest out as he pulled me close to him at the same time I was by now leaning back on the sofa. He moved his mouth between my breasts, licking sucking and kissing as he gave me so much pleasure, but I knew he obviously wanted more as it was not long till he was moving his hands down my body towards my.