So we pissed him off and I asked Gracie if maybe the 'party' thing was a turn off and they thought there'd be an actual party back at our place with l...ts of people.Gracie assured me that 'party' like 'coffee' meant 'fuck' so we left it at that.Then Brad and Simon came along and they were very different. They were Wolves on the prowl for pussy. They stood watching Gracie and I for a while as if they were arguing who was going to get the fat one or the ugly one and then they came over. They were. Each thrust met another wonderful sound of love making … the sounds of our skin slapping together … the sounds of our combined wetness … my moans and yours. “Cum in me!” you shouted at me. “I want you to cum in me!” And then you reached out with your hand and found my balls that were coated in your juices. Your fingers slipped over the wetness and then firmly took them and gave them a gentle squeeze. That was all I needed. I pressed inside of you as if I were going to push all of the way. “You see, my twin sister, Sydney, works as your husband’s assistant. And I’m afraid she is trying to make trouble for him,” Reina started.Delores chuckled, “If you’re going to tell me that he’s fucking her, don’t bother. I already assumed that he was. He’s a cad, as I am sure you realize by now. But look around you, my dear. I have grown very fond of what Clarence’s money can afford me. Oh, sure, I could divorce him and probably get more. I’ve outlasted the terms of my prenup. But, at the end. Sommers took the scrapbook from Billie and motioned for him to follow. Above the ornate, four poster bed was, indeed, a painting. A young beauty of cornsilk hair and brilliant blue eyes stared out at him. The artist had replaced the drab olive army blanket with a flowing white dress, but the imploring gaze remained. Billie stared back. Awestruck. He wasn’t sure how long he had been staring when he was startled by Mrs. Sommers carrying in a refreshed iced tea. “It’s beautiful,” Billie said,.