"So who's the other married couple at the table?" Oh, I don't know, I was talking about you two and Renee and Ted."They were chatting about not much, ...Warren always enjoyed the dynamic between Christine and Liz. They were fierce competitors, but they were also close friends. It was interesting.They also both liked to tease. Each other, and other people. They had, along with Jack, set up an elaborate joke at Warren and Sophie's expense, and, as Liz caught a glimpse of two people walking across. Your hands slide up over my hips and narrow waist, sliding up to cup my breasts in your strong hands. My hips shift the tiniest bit and the head of your cock slides over my clit once more, forcing a moan from me. I murmur your name, my hands sliding over your neck and into your hair, feeling the softness of it under my palms.Your lips travel down over the swell of my breast, brushing the tip of my puckered nipple with your lips, and you hear my indrawn breath in response. The hot water laps. The smell of her pussy washed over me, and my cock once again began its journey to becoming a pillar of stone.I leaned forward, taking in a huge whiff of pussy. She reached under the skirt, and pulled her panties to the floor. I looked into her eyes for a moment, then gave into my desires and buried my head between her thighs, forcing them apart. I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go, and felt her lips part and the end of my tongue slide up into her. I lapped at her pussy like a hungry. If they had turned queer, the mere sight of a man’s cock close to their face would repulse them. Guess what? It didn’tJosie’s face lit up first. She liked what she saw. She knew what it meant. No fag she. “Uhmmmmmm, ohh, uhmmmm! Ohhh, God I love this! I could never give it up!” Immediately after that proclamation, Jackie saw the light too. Her hand reached out to grasp his cock with her long fingers, holding onto the bottom while Josie sucked on the top.“Oh wow! Five years ago, I.