I used some lotion and rubbed my shaft slow and easy. Completely oblivious to anything around me. “Damn! I need more” I thought. I headed into ...he laundry room and found a pair of Connie's used panties. Satiny and smelling of her pussy I went back to my bed and laid the crotch of the panties over my nose. I wanted to feel bad about taking this thing to this level... my best friends wife.. a girl I had seen naked a thousand times but now an object to jerk off to. I wanted to feel bad.. but. His legs were far off the end of the couch, with her straddling him. I slicked up my throbbing cock and lubed her ass with first one finger and then two, which caused her to moan. "I'm going to hold her in place. We'll do the work." Ok", I said, "Ready, honey?" Mm-hmm," she answered, steeling herself against what was about to happen.I pushed my slickened head against her star. I couldn't get in until I felt her relax and pucker her anus out. My bell cleared her outer ring and I started to ease. But what lies beneath the image is hard to tell. Although occasionally our eyes meet I can't decide whether there is a message there or not. I try to imagine her at the point of orgasm but I cannot. All I see is an aloofness that defies penetration. There are rings on her wedding finger but that has been equally true of some of the people Paul and I have met on our occasional adventures. Monique is an enigma.Then a contrary thought comes into my mind. If I can't help speculating about the size. Instead she said, “Okay. You’re right.” She picked up her cane, which she had dropped on the counter. She flung open the door and headed toward the recital hall auditorium. Rosanna followed closely on her heels. Solace ran into the hall where the women of the ensemble were assembled. She called out as she practically flew down the aisle, “Does anyone have any makeup for a leche con café complexion?” Peels of laughter could be heard throughout the space as the women recognized the approaching.