Well, Brian and Dave disappearedoff the radar, they both took jobs down south and got married and hadkids. We all know what happened to William with l...ttle regret. Angela wasprobably the most naturally beautiful of the group and always said shewould bag a rich husband. She eventually captured a Premier Leaguefootballer but as his career hit the lower division she hit another mansbed and was last know to be living with someone who owned a couple ofpublic houses. Andy eventually got Margo. As we danced we kissed. My hands were lifting her tiny skirt to cup her ass cheeks. Her hands were all over my tits. Our hips were really gyrating when two young men offered to fuck us straight and knock our lesbianism out of us. They said it a little more crudely but that was the jest of it. Rachael and I let the boys molest us for another song. My college boy got his fingers in my pussy before I grabbed his balls and sent him on his way. I had to smile as Rachael helped her boy up onto his. " She twisted her nipples and pulled on them, tossing her head. "Make me cum, David. I'm close. Your hard cock is perfect for my horny little hole. God, just fuck me. Fuck me."David snorted and renewed his grip on her thighs. His pace quickened. Her head bobbed with each impact and her little tits jiggled like sunny-side-up eggs.Linda completely lost focus. Without thought, she began rubbing her mound, grinding her little, hidden clit against his iron shaft. She buried her other hand in her. Oh, well, I was too hungry anyway.Inside the familiar sound of the soap on TV. I shouted in the direction of the living room: "I'm home, sweetheart!" I took my wet jacket and threw it over the back of the single arm-chair at the living entrance. Later Cida would take it to dry and iron. This could wait because tomorrow I had a very important meeting and my other best suit should be already back from the cleaners. I glanced through the correspondence on the little table. Bills, bills and more.