“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You hardly know me. We spoke only briefly at Jean Crespin’s home. How could you possibly have any thou...ghts about me?”“You are beautiful and beguiling, Marguerite,” he explained. “I am smitten and want no woman but you. You have taken my heart, and I am here to give myself to you.”He pulled me into his arms and tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away. “Know your manners, sir!” I shouted, “I am a married woman, as you well know. My husband will be furious. Lori had her face buried in Melissa’s neck, kissing and sucking and moaning as her partner’s hair swished when she shook her head in pleasure. Both women had their hands grasping the other’s ass cheeks, seeking to pull the two pleasure centers as close together as possible.Melissa’s eyes were closed as she experienced scissoring for the first time. Instead of a soft, sensual mouth on her clit and vaginal lips, the same equipment – another woman’s – was providing a different and exciting. I felt my skirt being pulled up as she touched me through my knickers, it was heaven and I was soaked. Then as I licked her slowly she ran her fingers over me as I spread my chunky thighs wide. After a few minutes I felt my knickers been pulled down as I lifted my bum so they came down easier.Stacy left them just above my knees as her finger slipped into my wet cunt, then seconds later her tongue was on my clit as mine was on hers. She was sat on my face as I lapped at her, finger fucking her. Ten minutes later we were in my rental car and on our way. I drove and Izzy gave me directions, but apart from that we made the trip in silence.The house was in an upscale neighborhood on the opposite side of town from our little suburb. Two stories tall with brick walls, multiple chimneys, huge bay windows, columns standing sentry, flanking the tall double door main entrance, a four car garage separate from the main building and an enormous front lawn with a stone fountain up top near the.