Emma had always liked women and he’d been a fool to hope for her friendship. That friendship had quickly turned into the love of his life, hands dow...n. He’d never felt so alive and loved before. He blinked as another pair of tears hit his cheeks to roll off into space. He should have stopped it before they’d gotten involved. Emma had undoubtedly tried her best to deny what she must have obviously been missing, but sometime in their six months, what she really needed had gotten the better of. ’The two teenaged boys sitting with him were too busy punching each other in the arm and had missed our entrance entirely. They were an attractive family, though he looked as if he had upgraded when he married the lovely woman sitting next to him. Not that he was ugly, but in my opinion, she was out of his league and here he was giving his total attention to my bitches and whether or not he might get a glimpse of some panties instead of focusing on the beauty that he had.I guess that old saying. We kissed again, less desperately but more enjoyably; I wanted to enjoy all of this, to remember every moment. Still kissing, we edged towards the bedroom, shedding shoes along the way while I unbuttoned Kevin’s shirt for the second time that night and he pulled my blouse over my head. He started fumbling at my strapless bra clasp, and silently thanking Belinda again, I slipped my fingers up and under the cups and pulled it straight down to my waist. “That’s very practical,” he mumbled into my. The more she thought about Marla, the wetter she became and could not take the teasing anymore. She gently rubbed her lips and spread her legs wider until her clit was visible enough for her to see in her seating position. Her pussy was red from anticipation and glistening with cum from just thinking about her buxom best friend. Sharon dipped her right fingers in her sweet little honey pot and rubbed the juices over her swollen clit. It felt so good and refreshing she stuck her fingers in.