Let's go to your house and fist each other. I sure have missed that. While we walk, I want to tell you about Esmerelda. I think I'm in love with her."...And we walked and talked, and soon got to laughing a little, and I mostly got over the fact that Carmella was getting my daddy's cum inside her every night. And we got to that big pine tree what got hit by lightening a few years ago, and I stopped. Carmella gave me a puzzled look."There's the path to my aunt Polly's house. Let's take that." How. .. that Carla meant nothing more than a source of information... a part of his job.Jay was sure that he loved his wife. Now... I've lost her! Then, he proceeded to sit there... slugging down one drink after the other, until alcoholic oblivion overcame him.The insistent ringing of the telephone awakened him finally at ten o'clock the following morning. He struggled to the desk and picked up the handset."Yeah... ?" he said thickly."Mr. Ballard... this is Karen. Mr. Pearson has been calling you.. Underneath her private school exterior, she was a bit of, well what some people would call, a slut."Carol was a really hot woman. She was thin, very thin, with long brown hair and breasts that were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. She really could have become a model."Now you may find this hard to believe, considering all you've been told by Mark, but I was still a virgin and it wasn't because of some conservative, Christian lifestyle choice, I just hadn’t met anyone that was in. He was touching and exploring every inch of her body on the drive. As he gave directions he explained that he was a freshman in college and it was his first time away from home.When we got to the apartment I knew Becky was super turned on because she walked in with her blouse in her hand, her tits out for the world to see. We all stripped and sat down on the couch. Both of us guys were enjoying Becky's body, pinching her nipples and taking turns fingering her pussy. She had both of our cocks.