Of course, I didn’t have to try to imagine a naked chick in my head…thanks to Cassie’s photos. I reached over and flicked through the photos, fi...ding one of her on all fours with her ass in the air. She was looking behind her at the camera, and still had the dildo shoved up in her. It was too much for me. I thrust my dick into the slick jar one last time and the semen exploded out of me even harder than it had last night in the shower. Stupidly, I pulled my dick out, wanting to spank it a few. Eyes still closed, she gave no sign of either resistance or pleasure. I kneaded her titties gently, then began a slow, circular massage. Still, no reaction. Behind me, Martha slowly moved and settled on her legs beside me, then leaned against me and watched. Getting no reaction from Ronnie either way, I wondered if she were just more moderate in her responses than Martha or if I simply used a boring technique. It occurred to me that Ronnie's body and reactions were entirely new to me; I'd have. Meanwhile, a soft hand slipped under my shirt and came to rest on my stomach.All this extracurricular touching was new to me. Why the hand on my belly? What was the purpose of it? And what would I do when my hand reached its destination? Sure enough, I hit paydirt--her panties. But my fingers only bounced around clumsily. Meanwhile, the warm hand on the cool skin of my stomach felt divine.She had me seriously worked up. I was breathing much too heavily. Our tongues were dancing. Despite her French name and Scandinavian looks, she's from Bolton! She's wearing just a short, pale blue silk slip. We've been together over a year, met each other's parents and plan to work abroad after Yvette qualifies in the New Year.The day is already warm. We have a rare day off together and are discussing what to do with the day.The door flies wide open and in bounces Linda, Yvette's best friend, who has a room just down the corridor. Linda is a bundle of energy, seldom still."Fucking hot.