I had patted her breast as I withdrew, like patting a pet to say goodbye. "Some ONE?"She rolled toward me in anger. Her eyes flashed, she spit her wor...s in my face: "Yes, ONE! I am not some cheap ... No, I guess I am!"I stared into her face, unable to read her expression. Was it fear or anger? Love or hate? Torment or pleasure? I just couldn't tell, but, she was no longer beautiful, no longer mine! A hand gesture indicated the bed, our bedroom. "Does it happen here?"Her sobs became full blown. I had not managed to recover my panties and when I slid into the seat of the XKR the feeling of the cold leather on the back of my legs was unusually erotic – so much so that when Ken fell asl**p within five minutes of our setting off, I slowed right down to pull up my dress at the back so that my still wet pussy could get the full benefit. I drove slowly as I knew that I was probably over the drink drive limit but, apart from gently rubbing myself for some of the way home, the journey was. Lynda told me that they never wore anything in the tub. I agreed and followed them outside. Their backyard was very private and had a huge hot tub sunk into a gorgeous wooden deck. Lynda & Brent both stripped down, so I followed suit and dropped my clothes. We all hopped in the tub and soaked for a while, continuing getting to know each other. After a bit Brent realized we all needed more drinks and jumped out to go get them. When he was gone Lynda asked me if I'd like to suck her husbands. But I'm getting ahead of myself.The reception had just barely started when my Sully's mother leaned over my shoulder. "James, it's so good to see you again." Thank you Mrs. Sullivan."Please, call me Cathy, we're all adults now."Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely." Now it's my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man."Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I.