Three more weeks had passed and I never met him or heard him and I soon forgot about him until one night I heard laughter outside my front door.I jump...d off my couch and ran to the front door and peeked through the spy-hole, he was there and with a very pretty dark haired girl, they sounded as if they had been drinking and now they were making out in full view of my spy-hole.I felt an urge deep inside me reaching out for him, my body was coming alive and there was something exciting about this. It was shameful the way she was panting and as hot as a cheap Saturday night special.I leaned down and whispered in her ear that it would be better if she got under the blanket with Danny so they both could escape the rays of the sun which was almost straight up and shining brightly in a cloudless sky. She looked at me strangely and I told her that my Danny liked her ass and that she should be nice to him because he was carrying all our stuff in both directions. When she asked me why I didn't. It wasn't the first tit I'd felt; my first girlfriend had allowed me to play with her breasts under her blouse but had drawn a line when I tried to put my hand inside her bra. Not so with Linda! After a couple of minutes gently massaging her ample breasts, I moved my hand up slightly before slipping it inside the cup and enclosing bare flesh.She showed no sign of not liking what I was doing so I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gently teased it. We continued kissing. He liked to play a game, guessing how many kinds of sperm her cunt was rubbing on his shaft. If he got it right, she’d move up a bit and give him the treat of fucking her ass, something nobody else but him got.Wanda had a small but regular list of men that were vaginal visitors before or during the time she dated Bobby. They ranged from her girlfriend’s teenage son to a man her grandfather’s age. She brought them along into her wedded state and a few of Bobby’s friends and family were added.