” Marjorie chimed in, laughing a little. The scene grew awkward, yet again. The tension and odd sensations were mutually felt though neither knew it... They both exited the building together. It was quiet. Each passing, curious, random question Marjorie could think to ask, she did but not in such a way as to be considering annoying or bothersome. All small questions though, chit chat, nothing too substantial. And Mark would, with consideration, answer in a short line of words. Marjorie blinked. Yeah, use your tongue. Flick it. Kiss my abs......yeah you love it, you love to taste all that muscle. Kiss it.....lower....kiss my treasure trail.....yeah I know what you want, you little fuck. Kiss my belt buckle, nice and slow. Lick it. I want to see your tongue on that cold steel...Look at how excited you are. I know what you want. Look into my eyes. I said look at me. I know what little fuckers like you want. You're a bad, bad slut you know that? You must want it really bad. You know what. He whispered and touched very softly my bare thighs with his hand. While he was caressing me, I was running my nails over his growing cock through his boxers. I told him that I had been deprived during a long time.He told me not to worry, good boy Pete was there to take care of all my troubles. Then he opened my husband’s shirt and grabbed my boobs in his hands. He squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers. I reached under his boxers and started really stroking his cock.It was a very nice. Did you see everything you wanted to see?"Tori nodded slightly and kept her gaze on the floor."Is he as hot as you thought he'd be?" Regan wondered as she put a finger beneath Tori's chin and lifted it until she was looking at her.Tori bit her lower lip but nodded again."I won't tell anyone," Tori said softly."You can tell anyone you want," Regan said. "Everyone that we care about already knows that we're intimate." But ... but you've only been together for a month," Tori said."True," Regan.