I could feel her breasts. I tried imagining Moira at the aft rail like Kate, and Gary behind her. No. That didn't seem like her. Moira wouldn't want s...omething so impersonal.Kate had been getting fucked, I realized. I'd never understood the word like that before. Kate was getting fucked, but Moira would want to be loved. I wanted to be loved.My imagination raged, picturing the two of them – Gary and Moira – together. I could almost feel it. Tongues and caresses and – what would fucking feel. He even got some on the back window! Good God, girl, did you two leave anything in the poor guy’s balls, or what?” Ted snickered.“You get a taste yet?” Marsha chortled.“Damn! Knew I forgot something!” Denise groused. “Mind you, he did spurt almost everywhere else, so I could go back for some, but if it isn’t fresh, it’s not the same . . . is it, Lucy?” “Denise, tell the truth! You were so busy licking up Ted’s spunk that you missed Roger’s!” Lucy corrected. “I know what Roger tastes like, and. We met there and moved in together soon after we met. He made the most amazing paintings, very vibrant, full of passion, very avant-garde. I make portraits, collages out of everyday things, textural, full of depth. His work started to sell, mine didn’t. He became more successful, his work selling well, people noticing his talent, I felt in his shadow. One day I came home and found him in bed with two women.’ Eyebrows raised high, a look of male alertness on his face, ‘Two!’ ‘Yes.’ Glancing. So lets do it , but she said not today.i digged deeper inside her with my mouth loving the smell . Its amazing how close you can get with clothes still on! I did it to my hearts content , my dick still in her hands, she was wetting it with her saliva and it was making me mad.my dick twirled whenever she wetted it.after my pussy licking was over i , freed myself and turned her around and to her surprise buried my face in her ass.i licked that too.she ooohed and said she never imagined such a.