They lay there, side by side, each with the others fist still inside their cunts, their bodies heaving as they recovered.“What a couple of old tarts...we are,” Jane chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Vera, “we should have been doing this years ago.”They both showered together, playing with each other, giggling like two schoolgirls, then they went downstairs and prepared a light meal, still both naked, stopping every few seconds for a kiss or a grope of each other’s tits.“This is so naughty,” Vera. I think I have spare valves. If not, I can take the valves off my bike. I rarely use it. Come on. It isn’t far to my house.”It wasn’t. I was buying a small Victorian end of terrace house about two hundred yards from the station. There was space alongside for the garage and off-road parking for my ancient car.I continued carrying the bags Margaret had given me. She pushed her bicycle. At the house we went in with her possessions. She made tea while I ferreted around in the garage for the cycle. While at Jane and her new husband Mike’s house for a party, I received a text from my business partner about an important email that was urgent. I asked Jane if there was a computer I could use and she showed me where it was and left me to my business. While answering the email I couldn’t help but notice a piece of paper that had Jane’s email address and what looked like her password. The thought of having access to her email account and maybe some secrets was too tempting of an opportunity to. Philip always enjoying seeing his lovers naked and he knew Connie would be very beautiful without clothes.Philip spent a few minutes with Connie on the couch in the corner of his office, just talking and making her comfortable. Then, he decided to break the ice by a very forward and honest question to her: "Connie, I think your mom told you why she arranged for you to come here today?" Yes, she did. And I've been wondering why we're really sitting here wasting precious time when we could be.