..That, and the one thing I started talking about: A girl. One girl I can call my own. Just one girl! I don't need a harem. (How could I afford more t...an one girl with a merely decent income?) I can live with one girl, until death do us part... Just as long as she's warm and creamy, and altogether..."Er, where was I? Oh, yes: Life is unfair! Here I am a typical example of the 1960 American teenage boy. I am not really ugly; I am not really poor; I am not really unfashionable; I am not really. Oops, two somebodies!"Larry sighed. "It is getting so hot in here. Let's take off some of these clothes."I thought he would start with his shirt or shoes. He started with Jessica's blouse! He took his time unbuttoning. She offered no resistance. I stood behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her waist.My wife's tits again were sticking over her bra.Larry told me, "Hold them up and I will kiss both of them a dozen times. Jess, start counting."Jess moved and counted every time Larry's lips. We hadn’t even dressed for two whole days. She had made me breakfast and given me ‘service with a smile’ , one of her favorite quotes. My ex-wife had never made me breakfast and I realized now in hind sight that my ex and I had never been in love to begin with. Feeling the car slow down I looked up and realized that we were in front of my condo now. Vicki pulled a U – turn in the street and parked the car. Without saying anything she got out, she left the engine running I noticed. Leaning her. "You're going to make me want to fuck you again and I'm sore," I almost whine. His gift is apparently also a curse. His body gently shakes with laughter. "I'm sorry. I should have expected that. You're unbelievably tight," he says. "Yeah, no fucking shit." I feel him smile against my neck. "Well, you want to know a secret?" "What's that?" I ask. "You're the tightest I've ever had," he whispers, and I turn my head to see his face. "I doubt that," I remark. His eyebrows shoot up. "Oh.