She had changed into a black sari (as I told her I loved to see my gf in saree). She had worn in a way giving a prefect view of her navel, ass and boo...bs. On her consistent pleading I forgive her. She was going to get her books from shelf. Naughtily I caught her from behind she was taken aback. I started kissing her earlobes and neck. She got turned on and was enjoying the mood. My hands were running all over her navel and ass. We kissed for 10 minutes and I bit her lower lip hard it started. I was startled by her bold maneuver, and reacted by kissing her back. Even the passing train didn't affect me. She was a surprisingly good kisser, given her age…whatever that was. Somewhere along the line she learned how to use her tongue to further raise the temperature in the room as well as in between my legs. My first thought was to ask her where she learned her techniques, but I decided to just shut up and see what might happen next. She didn't let up with her kisses and I was beyond. Now, take your psychiatrist and remind him that I get a turn with his wife and daughter ... and pregnant mistress some time. That was part of the deal that got him time with Yvetta here! He also fucked Ginger, but he didn’t seem to enjoy that as much!” Eric laughed.“Hey!” both my Ginger and his objected.“Chill, ladies! That’s just Eric’s snarky sense of humor! You especially should know that,” I told Eric’s “slave” Ginger.“I see that you still have Jessica. Haven’t given her back to Bill yet,. I head back to the living room window and close it for privacy. As I lean over my sofa to close the blinds, Frank enters, and he lets out a long whistle before saying. “My, oh my, oh my. Is all that pretty brown ass for me?” I look over my shoulder smiling and replied. “It’s fit for a King to bury his face in, kiss it, caress it, then breed it slow.” Damn, he is not playing around!Frank heads my way with a surprise he asks. “Have you ever had a pot cookie before?” I shake my head no; Frank.