I asked her if both she and her friend were married, and if so where were the husbands. Helena told me she did not really like Anita’s husband and t...at for herself, she was now a happy divorced bitch.She added that another hot women were there looking for strange cock. One was a French maid and the other one was the nurse.I thanked Helena and walked over the French maid. She smiled and put her soft hands into my trousers, telling me my moustache was sexy. She felt my growing cock and led me to. So, I perked up the image she had given me wondering just what I needed to do. Finally I just thought “GO!” I laughed as I thought it couldn’t be that simple.Boy, was I wrong! I felt that white silk wrap cover me and when it lifted, there I was, in Stacey’s bedroom, hundreds of miles away from my body back in Center City.Her bed was exactly as in the picture Stacey had shared with me. Although, now the shades were pulled down and the curtains mostly closed over them. As an added touch, a white. So I got longer, deeper and faster with the strokes when Tracey leaned over and started to kiss her and play with her nipples again.Shelley pulled out of the kiss, “Fuck me harder” she commanded. I went harder. “Harder”. I started to break a sweat. “ Fucking hell, that’s better. Fuck me..... Fuck Me, aw shit, I’m going to.......” she launched into more gasps, ohs and ahs and when she settled, I pulled out, looked over at Tracey. She was smiling and laid back already to receive her dose of. "Lauren. Man, that name brought back memories. I knew a Lauren way back in high school. You might say she was my first love. Those were heady times back then. We were young and restless and enjoying every moment. She was a free spirit and had a great soul. Her parents died in a car crash when she was just seventeen. She was forced to move out to California and live with her grandmother. After a while we lost contact completely. I took her moving hard. I really missed her."Lolas this weekend. We.