My hips were gyrating now, grinding against Janice’s body.We fell on to the mattress, she wasted no time straddling me, she leaned forward to share ...nother kiss. This time, the kiss was cut short. Janice pulled away and pressed her lips against my neck, alternating between soft little nuzzles and playful bites.Janice started sliding down, and I let out a soft little whimper of encouragement as I savoured the exquisite sensation of skin against skin. Janice returned to my breasts, showering them. (We know this because we actually measured them.) As I said his cock is a bit longer than mine, but his is not as thick as mine is. Still, this was the first cock, other than my own, that I had felt in my hand. It was hard and at the same time a bit soft. I could feel the veins that ran beneath the surface of his cock. They were sort of knobby feeling and I found it exciting. My own cock had become hard again as I stoked his hard member. Soon, his head was craning back and his hips were pumping. His cock was all the way in. The emotions in her: anger, shock, betrayal… all merged with a strange affection, contentment, and lust. She whispered in his ear, You had better take good care of her. You had better not hurt her. She started humping him, harder, faster. He thrust back, harder and faster. She said, defeated, Ill let her…..ooh…..decide…but having both of us…….god John, thats the worst……most perverted……thing youve ever done….. He reached up and grasped at her breasts, If it works. She had previously flirted and “rolled around” with me, but it had always been in fun and not really serious, but all that seemed different this time as she brushed my thigh “accidentally” and let me feel her boob inside the sweater. I cleared a spare hole for her and slipped a chub minnow on the hook then lowered the rig in the water allowing lots of line so any fish would swim with the bait till ready to swallow it down. With both rigs set we sat and chatted about events as pop music played.