She was fucking hot back then, and now in her mid-forties, she was even sexier as far as I was concerned. Twenty-five years ago, she had a big footbal... star boyfriend, so everybody else knew it was “hands off”. But we all loved to stare at her, walking through the halls. We knew she was getting her brains fucked out on a regular basis. Boy, were we jealous!How both these sexy women ended up at the same table as me at the reunion, I had no idea, but I thanked my lucky stars. I have to admit I. That was why theymade me do it. As I removed each item, I set them neatly on the seat ofthe recliner that was against the wall. That had formerly been my chair,facing the big-screen TV. Now, not only wasn't I permitted to sit there,but I wasn't even allowed to turn on the television. If I got to see anyshows, they were either ones that the happy couple watched, or else onespicked especially for me. What was put on for me when they weren't inthe room were home shopping programs for women's. "Belle looked at me again in an appeal for help. "I didn't tell Bernie, she guessed." I said.She looked back to Bernie. "Look, baby, It just happened. I'm sorry." You're sorry? You fucking bitch. I get a girlfriend and you just had to screw her first, didn't you!" It wasn't like that! I was just... helping her... she didn't know what I meant about using tongues... so I showed her and... it just got out of hand. I'm so sorry." But why? I mean you're not into girls so why would you want to mess. I hadn't yet touched myself, but this was to get his attention. The music stopped; he had heard me. I was already soaking wet, with my sweet pussy juices leaking from my smooth slit and a single bead of nectar tracing the curve of my ass. I ran my finger along my lips, then parted them slightly with two fingers before sliding a third inside.There was movement in the closet, barely perceptible and subtle. But I knew then that Kyle was there watching. And I was very certain that he was going to.