Ann promptly sucked Rosa's tongue into her mouth and suckled on it, dancing and rolling with it as she became an instant expert in the art of French k...ssing. No one had ever kissed her like this. Not the guys in the furtive backseat sessions back in high school; not her first lover in college, not Evelyn during their brief fling in her junior year; nor her husband, who although a decent enough lover, had no time to spend kissing her on the mouth.Tears of pleasure flowed down her cheeks to mix. He'd only pumped his cock twice before he groaned and shot his load. Heusually had more staying power than that and it came as a completesurprise to him. Needless to say he made a rather large mess.Despite how little activity he had gone through he was panting forbreath. His slimy cock became limp in his cum covered hand and hereleased it. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself up as best hecould. He changed into a less dirty pair of pants he found on the floor.He felt a lot better after that,. “Don’t I know you two from somewhere?” I asked.The guy on his stomach took his face out of his buddy’s crotch long enough to tell me, “Don’t think so, b*o,” and then put his head down and got back to work.I pulled out a smoke and lit up, then asked, “You guys mind if I smoke?”The guy on his back getting blowed looked over at me and said, “Suit yourself.”I leaned over and rested on my elbow, looking him right in the face.“That must feel soooo damn good, brother!” I said, doing my best caveman. The story sounded fishy, even to Angilee as she was telling it and she could tell it was not very convincing for Terry either. His eyes had held suspicion for a moment but then the moment passed and they were talking of other things. Yet, Angilee chided herself for not having a better story prepared.The housewife realized that she had already told a series of lies to her husband and therefore, indirectly, to her children as well. She had always detested lying and now found herself the epitome.