I couldn't believe he was going to do it.My heart was racing as the door opened. It was the blonde bitch thatalmost ran into me. She opened her door a... little wider and John pushedher backwards, closing the door behind him.God, but I wished I could see what was going on in the apartment. Icould just imagine John pushing her down, ripping off her clothes andfucking her - teaching the bitch a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.I left the window and walked back to where I was before and assumed. “You,d seen me in the locker room in p,e,!” Angie retorted. “That,s different with thirty other girls undressed altogether!” Sarah argued. “You Didn,t turn away when I started kissing you though, did you.?” Angie laughed and kissed my wifeon the mouth. As Angie kissed her she boldly cupped her large titties through the material of her sweater taking her by surprise. Before my wife could react Angie began to lift the sweater over Sarah,s head and exposed her bra encased boobs. She reached behind. She thought about her bare feet exposed to the room, toe tags dangling from her toes. She envisioned the girl’s autopsy, her being cut open and exposed to the room, her organs laid out, her body completely at the disposal of the technician handling the dissection. She imagined the girl’s brain being weighed, her body being stitched back up, and her organs being tossed in bags that would be buried with her later. She thought of her stinky, soiled asshole and giving her a good licking, and time. Leanne said that she would sit on me once just to see how it felt but she wouldn’t stay there. She slowly sat on the entire length of my shaft and then grinned and told me it was better that she thought it would be. She slowly went back up so that the tip of my cock was just barely in and then she slowly rocked from side to side, moaning and telling me how great it was. Leanne then said , “alright we can fuck for a couple of minutes”, but told me it wouldn’t be cheating if neither one of us.