While we were cycling, I could feel that my pussy was still a little sore from the days before.When we walked into the park, we noticed that the path ...as muddy today, it had rained so much that the ground couldn't take all the water in. Nevertheless, I was still planning to go on with the dare.I got undressed again and when Sally looked at my pussy, she said, "Are you sure you want to go on with this? Your lips are still looking very red from all that touching yesterday." I know," I said. "But. It didn't work, and the other woman noticeably stiffened at her words. The man, though, remained alert but... amused?"You know who we are?" the woman continued to ask, her tone suggesting she thought Nemi should be more respectful."Hippeis," Nemi answered. By now she had stopped approaching the warriors and had began what looked like warming down exercises. They were, but they were also exercises to keep her muscles warm and supple, should the need arise. There was now a scant dozen or so yards. I head to the kitchen and pour myself a large glass of wine. I think to myself, thank god its Friday. Two days where I won't have to think about him. I down a second glass and head up to my bedroom, all the while hoping Brian is asleep and I won't have to face him. To my relief he is fast asleep. I change my clothes and slide quietly in next to him. As my eyes close, visions of the events of this evening again flood my mind. God I wanted him so bad, if not for the phone call I don't think I. In the dining room, she lay on the table while I stroked her pussy and then got in a few strokes as she sat in each of the six dining chairs. In the kitchen it was a stretch to fuck her as she lay on the counter and then sat on the stove, which was not hot, and I had to hold her up as I pressed her back against the refrigerator and pumped her pussy. We moved to the formal living room and fucked on the sofa and easy chair and the rocker and the straight-backed French provincial arm chair. We.