I lay lounging in my panties and t-shirt, my painted red toenails like beacons at the far end of my long legs, matching my equally red nails on my man...cured hands.Red is a suggestive color not lost to women, a color that both inflames and arouses, the hue inside the soft flesh of our labia, mimicked by red lipstick on lips that cover another desirable feminine orifice with warmth and moisture, within for men to prod, enjoy, and seed, the essence of our existence, only my lips were bare, soft. Duh! It was obvious now that I was played. I stirred for an instant but then decided to simply stop and remain on the sofa. I reasoned that they left together and this meant that Julie must have consented. So, I lay still. I listened. The sounds I heard of Julie were unlike any I had ever heard before. Ever. She was orgasming. Not once, but repeatedly, and she was moaning so loudly. As she would climax, I could also hear Paul’s hips smacking against hers in fast tempo, say 15 to 20. Once there we took off our coats and he gave me glass of lemonade,we chatted for awhile when he said we should go into the bedroom.Once there he said"We don't need these here" and began to undress.He stood there.totally naked in front of me,i sat looking at his limp cock,he sat down next to me and began kissing me,i had never been kissed like that before,it felt nice. He then asked if i wanted to take my top off."ok",only fair,he is naked,i thought to myself.At that he lifted my tight. I lowered it smoothly and raised it just the same way. It was still easy."This isn't helping," I thought. "I'm holding almost all the weight in the room and I'm nowhere near my limit. This isn't even much of a strain. It's just slow to move."Locking my feet under the bench for leverage, I let the bar drift forward and sat up under it. Then I stood with it over my head and did a press in that position. I thought about doing a curl, but that would have meant releasing the bar while I rotated my.