His pointer finger idly played with one of my straps as his other hand was rising and falling from my hip down the side of my ass. I let one arm drop...from around his neck and trace a line down to the waistband of his trousers. I let my middle finger play at the top of his pants sighing a bit as I thought of what lay beneath that fabric. When he pulled me even closer to him, I could feel the hardness of him pushing back against me.“I can’t stand it” he said. “we’ve danced, everyone is. “Do you have a business card?”“Yes. Why?”“Because we’re friends, silly!”I nodded and extracted a business card and handed it to her. She stuck it into the small clutch purse she had with her. Our breakfast arrived and I was very surprised by what I was served. Where Meredith had pancakes, sausage, and eggs, I had steamed rice, miso soup, grilled fish, dried seasoned seaweed, and a small green salad.“I thought you ordered breakfast,” Meredith said.“I’m guessing this is a traditional Japanese. She slept on the bed, she called me and made me clean the cum using my tongue. I loved that feeling. She asked me to lick and pussy and thrust my dick in it. She was mourning, she kept saying fuck, her husband was tired and was watching us , after 4 minutes she asked me to cum on her asshole and made me give her a rimjob.It was 11:30 am, they cuddle each other as I was made to sleep in between the pussy and the cock, sucking and licking them. I was so into it after it was overI was addicted to. Karla's fantasies were more about romance than sex. The locations were her focus along with what we might do to set a romantic mood, whereas mine were all about sexual activity and could be in a cardboard box for all I care.My wife loves dancing, she could go out every other night. It feels like too much effort for me, so I only join her once every few weeks, choosing instead to send Karla out with the girls. There are five in her close knit group with Beth as her closest friend. On this.