M. when she walked back in to the living room where Josh sat at the computer looking at some porn sites. He turned to look at her and let out a low wh...stle as she walked towards him with her freshly shaved pussy. Her tits were firm and she had let her long, black, silky hair hang down looking more attractive than he ever remembered seeing her. Her eyes were as bright as a summer sky. They always seemed like they were glowing. Her pussy looked so fine with that little slit showing as she walked. In a sense I'd come full circle; my screams and cries and desperate efforts to keep up showed a respect, a submission that no smile or curtsey or honeyed 'yes, sir' could ever convey.My head was spinning, my vision filled with sparkling dots, and I felt like my limbs were about to go limp like some cut-down puppet. I didn't know how I was hanging on, how I found the breath to kiss Mrs. Stanton, how I found the strength to ride Mr. Stanton without getting thrown off by the thrusts of his. The excitement and cold. She lay back fully on the grass, shivering some more. I decided to help and get the blanket out of the car, the one for emergency. I quickly walked to the car, checking for vehicle movements, and grabbed the blanket. At this point one of the lads appeared from across the road. " Is my mate about? “ he asked. I laughed, nodding towards the area behind me. " Yeah he is," I replied and turned to walk through, noticing the lad was following. As we rounded the corner, I saw. Mmm" she pondered out loud, but her husband was making sonorous vibrations still asleep next to her. She turned and looked at the nightstand ... 6:10 am; why she awoke she was unsure. But she was awake and alive and still a bit buzzy from the party last night. It was two in the morning by the time the last of the guests had left their house. Quite a blow-out it had been. There was a sense of revelry which seemed to push the boundaries of all other previous New Year parties which they had.