It's not?..." Yes Geoff, it's me," I said, putting him out of his misery.He stared at me in silence, his mouth opening and closing.At length he stutte...ed, "Allan? In God's name where have you been? And what's happened to you?" Shall we sit down?" suggested David.Geoff started and gestured to the easy chairs at the side, sitting in one himself. We did the same."Tell him, Allan," said David.I told him. I was getting good at telling this tale. Constant repetition cements memories. I told it. Peggy had stripped me of my dress and Jill had me on my back spreading my legs and her mouth was on my soaking pussy and Peggy was sucking my tits. I moaned as my first orgasm sprayed Jills face and chest. Peggy kept kissing and sucking my tits as Jil was fingering me and biting my clit. Then suddenly Jill pushed hard and her hand popped into my pussy and she began pounding hard and deep and I began thrashing al over and meeting every thrust of her hand with an upward thrust of my hips. Bite my. The only times she'd been there were when Dave had insisted it had been too long, and she'd never been happy when there.No, if she still had been alive, the Christmas celebration would have been much more low-key in their long-gone New York apartment, or, more likely, up at her parents' house in Connecticut. Christmas with the Albrights had always been much more formal, much more low-key as well -- while the boys were allowed some seasonal excitement, there was a limit on it. Dave had tried to. ” And slipped her hand under my shirt to unclasp my bra and both its straps. “Gemma!” “Hush, hush,” she said, and trailed kisses along my jaw and down my collarbone, and neck. My bra, in all its pink frilly glory, dropped onto the floor with a dull thud. As if sensing my fear, she finally pulled away and closed the door behind her. The instant she left I felt the cold where her skin had been. Every part of my brain screamed at me to walk away. This isn't right. But something about it did feel.