A spark of appreciation crosses his beautiful, impassive face. My pussy is sopping, juices run, escaping my cock hole, pussy cream leaking into my ass...crack, delicately tickling my passage. I quiver. His mouth descends on mine, distracting me with hot, placatory fullness. I am drowning in slick heat. He smells of wood shavings, sorrow and silence. Between us the faint musky scent of surrender grows. I wriggle and roll with my hips. “That's...” The springs beneath us sing with our movements.. Though that wasnt exactly accurate. Yes the clothes could be considered masculine. But anyone on close inspection would see that my skinny jeans were obviously womens. Giving me some curve to my rather slender hips and showing off my naturally skinny waist. My shirt might seem like a normal V neck t shirt. But again, looking closer some would see that it probably dips a little lower than it should to be a shirt for a male. Not that I had anything to show off there. The shape and design of the. But the men needed a break. Ray said he wanted some more wine and offer to get some for anyone else. I just sat there wondering, but expecting what would come next. Greg told me to go kiss my wife. I got up and headed over to her. She was sweaty and warm. I kissed her deeply and closed my eyes. She slowly pushed my head down until I was again between her legs. Go ahead she encouraged. It will make me feel good. And so I did. I lapped at her pussy lips and clit and tasted the sperm put their by. We finally gave it up as a lost cause. Not that I ever thought the plan would work anyway.In January I had to attend some meetings in Seattle and I decided to take Pam with me. Rhonda greeted that with a raised eyebrow and to defuse the situation I said, "Why don't you come along too. You've never seen that part of the country" knowing full well that she would say no since she never goes on trips with me."I'd love to" she said, "What should I pack?"I told Pam about it next day and her response.