Charlene’s hands had a mind of their own. They moved under her shirt, gliding up and down her soft stomach, inching closer to top of her panties. Te...asing her as they inched closer and closer. Her hand finally slid under and she felt the wet fabric clinging to her lips. She glided a finger in between her lips to feel how moist she was. Moans escaped her mouth, forgetting her surroundings; she was turned on. Scenes from that night years ago flashed through her mind. She pressed and prodded. Should I open it now? Or maybe some coffee would be better.” Paige took another look at her guest. She was older than she first thought, maybe late thirties, about ten years older than her own twenty-eight. She had on shorts and a V-neck top, both tight, and white tennis shoes. She looked cute and sexy, and carried herself as if she knew it and liked it that way. She had a dark tan, as if she sunned constantly, and her blonde hair was so sun-bleached as to be almost platinum.“As tempting as the. Minutes earlier Tom had been intent on revenge but now his priorities had changed. All he wanted was to wank his cock over horny bitches like Emma and Rachel. I knew exactly what I wanted Tom to wish for. ‘I’m going to wish for one of my favourite wank fantasies,’ said Tom. ‘Dirty pervert,’ said Emma. ‘I know,’ smiled Tom in exactly the same way I had done for years. ‘I wish that Rachel and Emma were horny bisexuals and that Rachel would perform a sexy lap dance for Emma.’ I had fantasised over. My wife quickly started having small conversations with Sara just about everything, the weather, the sea, the apartment we were in... so in a matter of days they became pretty close. After a few weeks they invited us for a barbecue so that we could get familiar with each other. It was Saturday afternoon and the day was beautiful for the plan. They were a pretty happy family. Sara was a teacher, John had a private business going on, and Mario and Maya were high school kids. Mario had 18 and Maya.