He sat down on the couch and asked how Rene's day had gone. She replied and they launched into conversation, Ed occasionally stooping over to refill h...r glass. A few different times he was close enough to kiss her, but, each time, he merely leaned back on the couch and resumed talking with a casual aloofness that he seemed to have perfected. Damn, she thought, what is he about? He has to want me and know that I want him. And he did ask me to dress sexy. Rene's inner thighs had begun to tingle. And it was a pleasure too, to converse on their shared views on the merits of nudity, vegetarianism and, quite curiously, a shared passion for twentieth century poets like T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. They would lie together on the grass, in the hills high above the busy town below, idly discoursing until, inevitably, lust got the better of one or the other of them and the two would once again become a writhing entwined body of one flesh, the sun beating on them from above and. I opened the door and there was Denise a bottle of Champagne in her hand, smiling, "Can I come in and talk?"I moved aside and Denise walked past me into the bedroom, I have to admit I had a good look at her nice round bum encased in that tight skirt as she passed me."Libby, it is Libby isn't it?" she asked. Hell, we'd had one pretty hot kiss not so long ago and she wasn't sure of my name. I nodded yes but didn't speak."Libby, I'm sorry about before, I mean I've never done that before, kissed a. ..whore!" Hannah managed. "I think our whore needs a big fat load in her cunt, tiger. Give her one. "Suzanne said.With that, she plucked Hannah up off my cock and set her next to me on the bed. I rolled on top of her, and grabbing a leg in each hand pushed them back while shoving myself deep into her widening gash. Suzanne had removed the strap on and had positioned herself to sit on Hannah's face. Playing with her clit, I knew how wet she was capable of making herself. A few more good thrusts.