He watched, as I did, your fingers trace downwards, down to your pussy. He saw you stroke your outer lips, open them wide, showing the inside to your ...pussy, showing him your hard little clitoris. You slipped off the black leather dress; standing there, save for your black heels, naked for his eyes to devour you. I saw you sit on the edge of the coffee table, I saw you part your legs, wide. I couldn’t see your fingers stroking your pussy, or how wide you had parted that sweet pussy. I couldn’t. In order to be comfortable I opened up my legs on the seat and pulled her suitcase between my legs. Now she was literally sitting between my legs and therefore access to all her body was mine for the taking. We had not spoken a word till then and after running my hands over her body for some time, I leaned across and kissed the nape of her neck, and was able to whisper to her, in English “shall we get down at the next stop?” She once more turned back and looked at me carefully for some time and. As for us…we were leading our lives, Angela and I having sex even more than before, now that she could fuck other people freely she was on the pill so she would not get pregnant. It was a perfect existence until one day… I was sitting down at the computer looking at some of the pictures we had taken from one of Angela’s fuck fests. I was hard as I watched pictures of my lover being fucked by three men. Suddenly Julia came from nowhere and sat on my lap. I quickly closed the window and pretended. Not we. He. It seems that he’d been having a long-running thing with one of his editors. ‘I can’t say that I was entirely surprised. I suppose that in the 18 years that we were together he was away at least half of the time. I knew he had the odd little fling. But I always thought that he’d come home at the end of it.’ ‘So you’re not …?’ ‘Not for a couple of years now,’ Linda said. I thought that Linda seemed a little sad, so I switched the topic of conversation. ‘I saw a large bird out on the.