If I'd been there, I'd probably would have shown you myself."Rachael looked Lyn directly in the eyes. "I kept wishing Katie had shown me what to do, h...rself. I wanted her to touch me; instead she kept talking about how good you kiss."Lyn preened. "You like that, do you?" She whispered theatrically in my ear.I turned and kissed her nose. "You know I do, dear Lyn." Lyn's mouth sought out mine, and for a long moment we shared as we'd done for the last day.I felt a light touch on my arm, and. ‘I need to get home. My husband will be calling any time now.’ She said anxiously as she rose quickly from the bed. ‘You’re married?’ I asked with mild surprise. ‘I didn’t see a ring.’ ‘Yeah.’ She replied. She rose unsteadily from the bed, steadied her self against my shoulder and added, ‘Just not very happily.’ She continued to talk as she washed the come from her body in the bathroom, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and smoothed down her hair. ‘I’ve been married almost ten years now. It’s an. I felt ripples of pleasure spread over me from the place where we joined. I moved slowly, plunging as deep as I could go into her. It was loving sex, slow and easy; gentle and affectionate. Her legs wrapped around me, her mouth opened to mine, I tasted lipstick and the sweet tang of whiskey. We made a symphony of sounds—groans, moans, little grunts of pleasure, swishes of friction where our skin touched, the hush of movement on the sheets, tiny wet noises of my cock moving in and out of her. Zanya remained her inquisitive self, examining every passed building.“This is home,” I said. She gazed up at the converted Victorian villa as I pulled into my space. Jenny’s space beside it was empty, save an inch of blighted snow. “I think we lucked out. Yes, I think we did,” I confirmed, eyeing Mrs. Fentiman’s empty parking space, and her darkened windows. “Probably out doing some Christmas shopping. Bless our luck.”Without being unduly obvious, I rushed Zanya from the car and to the.