Then I saw Liz with a scowl start to storm over. About two feet away she changed the scowl to a fake smile, came up next to me, and put her arms aroun... my waist, pushing her huge tits against me and planting an obviously too indulgent kiss on me. Jessica said, “oh hey Liz” and walked away. “What did that little slut want baby?” Liz asked, already knowing. I decided to play dumb, “I think she just wanted to catch up.” “Yeah right, that big titted whore wanted that big white cock of yours, don’t. Now all she could think about was her son's thick, meaty prick that was beating against her upturned ass-cheeks. She wanted it stuffed between her quivering twat-lips now. She wanted to feel it driving down her fuck-tunnel, deeper and deeper until it plowed through to her shit-hole.But Byron was too busy eating out his mother to worry about fucking her right now. The boy slid his right forefinger past his spearing tongue and nose until it bumped against Julie's clit. The sudden brushing sent. Their son and ours were best friends at school and with him going to their house and him coming to ours it was probably unavoidable that we'd become good friends. We'd been close for three years at the point of what happened here, she, Brenda, was ten years younger than me and she'd been married six years.Brenda and Donna became particularly close as they had a lot in common. Many times she'd come on to our house and she and Donna would spend hours talking together. It was during these. Well, what would you say to such an offer?EpilogueWell, dear reader, here's what happened later in this short saga:Ms. Carlson was granted a divorce; her ex was convicted of aiding inJennie's kidnapping. He got a long sentence, along with his buddies.After three years, Jenny married Marti, both wearing identical whitesatin, silk and lace bridal gowns. Jennie was a very pretty bride's-maid,and Barbara was matron of honor. Marti and Jenny lived with Barbara,Jennie and Eve for a while, and when.