When I got to the living room I was surprised at what I saw. Sam was sitting on the couch with Pam sitting next to him with her legs spread. She was c...early passed out and he was half heartedly playing with her pussy. I sat down on the other side of him and told him I understood the feeling. By a kind of unspoken agreement we leaned together and started kissing. I could smell Pams pussy on his fingers any time he brought them close to my face. Soon it was mixed with the smell of my pussy as he. She didn’t know I was watching but I saw her with the host of the party, on her knees, just after the New Year was in, and her head was bobbing on his dick. Using just her mouth, no hands, she made him spurt, I have never been able to make a man come in my mouth unless I use my hand as well. And now that slut has turned up in the deepest recess of my husband’s psyche, I wonder if that’s normal? Judging from the stories on the porn web sites about that type of thing I am guessing as long as it. It said, “Come to my home after lunch alone. We need to have a proper conversation.”Some part of my heart starts to beat hard when I saw that. It was afternoon. I had lunch and went to her house. She was sitting on the sofa. She asked me to sit. I sat down. She started to give a lecture about what society thinks and that she married. We can’t do that this.She told me that it’s just attraction nothing more than that. I was tired and furious about all this. Suddenly her phone fell down. When she. “Fuck!” The sun was streaming through the blinds onto her eyelids turning everything bright red, which made her feel worse. She tentatively opened her eyes again and nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw CurlyGirly’s face right in front of hers; their noses were almost touching. “GOOD MORNING, MISS MAZZA!!!” She yelled, shaking her friend by the shoulder. “Oh god! Stop it, CG! I’m gonna be sick,” she moaned, moving her arm over her face in the hope that her friend would leave her alone. .