——————————————————————————– Sara stood in front of the creamery and adjusted her frilly skirt. S...e looked like a cupcake princess from a cartoon about fairies. Her legs looked like they belonged to an elephant and her lips felt dry and cracked—she had forgotten her favorite strawberry lip-gloss that made her lips look pouty like those of kissing fishes. Sara scratched her head. What if Ian was joking yesterday? What if he only wanted to play with her heart, just like how Lisa did to all the. She played with both nipples drawing each into and out of her mouth with a pulsing rhythm. I writhed beneath her, clenching the sheets with each of my hands.I was aware of Sully behind her, his hand busy with her body, but I couldn't tell if he was up her snatch or her ass, or both, but she was grunting with satisfaction as she made her way down to my knees, calves and finally, my ankles. When her mouth left my legs, I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a. I saw Jamie looking at us with a smile as hepulled me in tight. My skirt was so short and could see my wife and herfriend giggling at us. He was taller than me even with my heels. I couldalso feel his manhood down there. I have never been held like that as weswayed to the music. He said I looked very pretty and my Jamie was proudof me. When we finished he gave me a kiss and said he had permission todo that. I was having mixed emotions. After the party Jamie said she andGreg were leaving in. The other team was far ahead and Scott was scoring the lowest on their team. He was trailing Neil by 41 points with only the last frame, worth a potential 45 points for three strikes. He needed three strikes if he was to pull ahead. Tim, who was keeping score, looked up at Scott and smiled at him, the kind of calculated smile that you give a friend about to suffer. Not the sympathetic smile of encouragement, but that playfully cruel smile that people use for small indignities they enjoy seeing.