We’d got progressively more pissed as the evening went on. The alcohol flowed and as girls always do, we started to talk of our sex lives. I was ...ob-smacked when she told me that she had taken a black lover and that her husband knew – in fact it turned him on! I was equally surprised when she told me some of the things she did for him and he to her. Paul, my other half had occasionally fantasised about having a threesome with me and stranger. My own unshared fantasy had always been to. It was a never-ending round globe and I kept circling it again n again and again. My tongue did the same motion around her tongue at the same rhythm. I had circled enough and went straight to her nipples and pinched it hard. She screamed and pushed me away and slapped me on my face. I smiled back at her and she smiled back at me. “Don’t hurt me so bad you ass. It’s yours… But don’t pull it off”. She massaged her nipples to relieve her pain. That’s when I realized, how uncomfortable we were.. The widower was immobile except for his head. He watched as Marie peeled off her tee shirt and slipped out of her shorts. Her breasts seemed too big for her petite body but they were shaped perfectly, almost too perfectly. She took a tube of lubricant from her zipper bag and squirted it all over his genitals, which were perched precariously on the edge of the mattress. She knelt on the floor between his legs and pulled on his penis as she slipped a hand under his scrotum. She massaged the lube. Kate took no notice but just continued the hugging and squeezing and kissing of her older brother with even more intensity and then started to repeat over and over again the phrase... “Luv yuh! Luv yuh! Luv yuh! Luv yuh!”As Paul Terrence was receiving all this attention from Kate he turned to the other young girl standing in the driveway and said, “Well, hello there, Jessie - nice to see you again - and my, my, my - don’t you just seem to be getting prettier and prettier every time I see.