She’s called, appropriately, Les and in her professional life, she’s a rugby player. Fit as a flea and, shall I say, fits into our group terribly ...well. And when I say ‘fits in,’ there is a definite emphasis on the ‘in.’ Get Mary to introduce you.” “Why aren’t you pursuing her?” Sylvie had an enormous sexual appetite and the events in Nassau had been fantastic. We’d gone away together because I sometimes help her when she’s writing. I do research for her and that particular story had been about. Who knew !!! I must be dreaming…….. or I’ve died and gone to heaven :-*Then the morning after...No2Our 2nd ANAL just the morning after was even better than I could have possibly dreamed !We agreed to dress up for breakfast, me in my suit and wifey in her oh so sexy stockings and heels with her slinky navy dress from the night before. We looked like the bridal couple in the hotel restaurant but she so loves me smart and trendy and I could see so clearly what was on her mind as she was eyeing me. She had her head down on the bed and a glazed look in her eyes while being rocked by Marks thrusts. Mark ws standing with his legs spread and I saw that I would fit in there nicely. I crawled backwards through his legs and had my face three inches from where her pussy lips were clinging to his thick cock. I shoved my face between her thighs and started licking and tongueing her pussy, clit, and his cock. Brenda started shaking again and started releasing her juice all over Marks cock and my. It started at the top as a black halter-apron that left her back entirely uncovered. It was embroidered with beautiful lace patterns in white, and held up only by the black ribbon that tied behind her neck. All of her upper chest, and most of her breasts shy of the nipple, was left completely uncovered, before the dress faded into a short, layered skirt that gave the impression of ruffles without being uncontrollably poofy. Which was important, as the skirt only just barely dropped lower than.