Maggie, the flat-chested prude, the modest Sunday school teacher, wanted to be loved by men. Wanted to be a wicked woman. To be fucked. And fuck. And ...rink margaritas."Oh, my God," she said for the hundredth time as Jerry's fingers pulled apart the lips of her vagina and his mouth closed gently on her clitoris and his tongue flicked against her again and again and she was hunching back and forth and squealing in delight as he sucked her quivering clitoris and rode her plunging thighs to a. ‘kay?”I was astounded at how easily she had relaxed me and set the casual accepting tone. “Yeah, Marybeth,” I nodded. “Yeah. Allright. Thanks.” I felt at ease with her then, as a friend, as we had always been. “And thanks for being the mature one last night.” I grinned.“The sober one, you mean.”“Yeah,” I laughed, “that too.” She smiled with me. Then raised an eyebrow.“Anything else?” she asked. And I figured it out.“And thanks for letting me lick your pussy! It was great!” “You are very. I slide my hand under the waist of her trousers and feel her skin and thong. My hand slides down again and I feel her pussy against my middle finger. It is soaking wet, I can almost hear it. I massage her hole a little, the palm of my hand against her arse hole. She keeps pushing back and my finger slips past her thong and pretty much ends up in her cunt. She shudders and stays frozen still in anticipation of my next move. I continue to slide my finger in till it’s knuckle deep, then I withdraw. “We’ll help with the decorating, but have to go to the Mall now”“Oh yes? And why would you be going there?” their mother – Maggie, George’s wife in the real world – said “Who are you meeting? Ohhhh, you are! Is it Duncan? He’s really nice, and so is Sadie his sister ... a double wedding, LOL”“Muummm! It may be, as you say, but that’s it, just meeting them for coffee”“Just teasing, you know that.”“Oh, you’re very naughty!” responded the elder child. Who were these people, George wondered, they.