Something for him. But I really didn't know what anymore. The feeling was so much weaker now, as much as I hated to admit it. Kristy walked over to me...after a few minutes and smiled brightly. I wasn't going to tell her what happened, didn't feel like it. Didn't feel like she needed to know. “Hey!” She says and sits down.“Hey.” I smile. “Sleep well?”She nods. “Yup.” She says happily. “How was it last night?” I shrug. “Fine... Nothing happened.” I lie and she shrugs.“Maybe next time.” She says. She stopped at the second door on the left side and opened the closed door the guest bedroom she had claimed her own. She entered the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and went straight the small refrigerator the Summer's had graciously put into the room. She grabbed the only thing that sat inside. A larger Sky Vodka bottle.Kate tilted her head back as she took a long swig right from the bottle. The liquid burned the hell out of her mouth and throat but she didn't give a damn, just as long. He looked like a modern day Gene Kelly with his confident stride walking towards the door I was standing behind peering through the peephole. I opened the door and he stopped mid-step. His mouth gaping open said more than words. I wore an emerald green dress that clung to my body down past the hips where it flared to the ground. The neck line plunged to reveal a deep line of cleavage that was held up by the spaghetti straps that crossed in the back. I did a slight turn to let him see that. His stamina along with his staying power was simply awesome to say the least.After he finished fucking my wife and dumping a good load into her he sat at the headboard of the bed, Monica moved to his right side after a little while of laying there with her legs spread, regaining her composure from receiving what must have been the fuck of her life, at that stage we didn't realize there was to be 10 more years of that. I took my place on the chair I earlier placed at the end of the bed so that I.