Even as he trawled these archives of despair, looking for nothing more than sexual gratification, he was appalled at “definately” and “sence of ...umour” and the way one sentence ran into the next, leaving nowhere to take a breath.But this woman with the vast expanses of pale skin and the breathtaking knockers apparently took pride in her words as well as her looks.She was into anr, whatever that was. Obviously not A&R – artistes and repertoire, as his long-ago striving to be a rock star, had. As quietly as possible I went to the door mashing the side of my head into it and listened to a woman on the other side. At times she forcibly sucked air; at others she forcefully expelled it; then there would be small moans or tones of satisfaction followed by deliberate care not to move sufficiently to make the springs witness though I could hear distinctly physical activity. In rigid, lubricious joy I stood barely breathing. After several additional minutes, the springs again began to sing. We all left our cars at the restaurant and took a cab, none of of us felt comfortable driving. After a brief tour of the house, we went downstairs and out to the patio, which over looks my pool. My backyard is pretty private with large privacy fences, and it's gorgeous, many fountains and lots of outdoor lighting. We had a few more drinks on my patio,Her BF was in heaven with two sexy woman and lot's of booze in him! He suggested we all take a dip in the pool, it was a beautiful Texas evening,. I still held on to him and his strong arms pulled me to him. I clung to him and lifting my chin slightly he brought his face near my. I closed my eyes and our lips met. I opened my mouth welcoming his exploring tongue. I melted in the heat and he melted in my wet kisses. Hundred, thousand or a million? I don’t know how many and how long our mouths were sealed. Each kisses lasting twice the duration of previous one.As his tool had sprang to action the already tight pyjama of my husband could no.