And Michael would zip up and grin and walk away.I don’t know (?? Don’t I, Rene?) why I married Michael. Marriage only hardened his attitude. Added...to Michael’s stalled academic career was my higher income and, because of the generosity of my parents, personal wealth. Being married, it began to matter more crucially than before. I had bought a house; it was my property. Throughout our living together, Michael contributed little or nothing financially. Neither he nor I had, I believe, any. With his other hand he reached down to the silky black hair of her pubic mound and used a finger, lightly, on the blood-distended shaft of her clitoris, rubbing across it in tempos with the fucking motion in and out of her cuntal passage. As he knelt there, between his wife's lovely legs, manipulating her to orgasm, his lanced-out, hardened cock jerked and throbbed, involuntarily, with the eroticism of his act. He was hot... ready to fuck, but he could wait, he decided. It'll be like heaven.... The cold night air helped Ash with his problem, but he still tossed and turned as he tried to ignore the erection that troubled him. The stiffness didn’t bother him. H certainly enjoyed beating off and getting an orgasm. It was the thoughts of Misty, his best friend. She was attractive, and she was always there. But Brock was barely ever with them due to his fascination with hot girls. So it was Ash and Misty, the two youngest, who hung around one another. They entertained each other, confided. And certainly not Byron or his new girlfriend Riley. Gemma, soon to be free and now sat next to my husband had to be a possibility, although her face gave nothing away. My gaze scanning past Dave and too embarrassed to hold his stare, I looked at the last two. Charlotte or Callan. Charlotte, my best friend, could be mischievous but surely she’d not do this, knowing the trouble it might cause with Dave, knowing as she did all about my special week with Dave. And Callan was like Dave, a total.