"This isn't good" I grumbled, shaking my footin my shoe and gulping as I did so. "Not good at all" After I'd helped Melissa to her feet, she looked a... the too small shoein her hand and sighed, looking rather tired. "Maybe we should tradeshoes" she suggested. I didn't much like that idea, not wanting to wearher girlie shoe, but unfortunately, her suggestion was perfectlypractical. With a sigh, I reluctantly bent over and started taking offmy shoe. After several more hours of fruitless. “Excitement?” Her interest picked up immediately.“Well, yes,” said Pete. “It was a buck’s night, youknow.”“Was it?” She tapped her fingers on the mantlepiece. “Was it indeed? He didn’t tell me that.”There you go. Now everybody was just that bit moreupset. Pete looked over at me but I kept my facestraight.“So,” she said. “A buck’s night. I guess you had astripper?”“Sure,” said Pete,. I took his hands and put them on the back of my head so he could run his fingers through my auburn hair. I took his cock all the way into my mouth now. I applied the right amount of pressure and started to work my tongue all around his shaft. Soon I was bobbing my head on his cock and from the sounds he was making I knew it wouldn’t be long. “Cheryl…I can’t hold it…any longer.” Those words only inspired me to keep going. I picked up the pace and cupped his balls in my hands. He was trying so. We fucked each other and satisfied each other’s strong urge for sex, which we weren’t getting due to lockdown.Harsh and I didn’t talk about it after that. But we would smile at each other. He would spank my butt at times, or I would touch his crotch to tease him. Nothing more than that. But as the days passed, I knew the urge for sex would be surfaced in both of us. He could be asking me for sex anytime then. I was right. Two days later, that night, I was in my room swiping.