Both were blondes, the part of their hair the only way to tell them apart.“Hey, how are you doing?” asked Tara. “It seems you’ve grown used to... your cock. Your friend seemed to enjoy it.”“Oh, god,” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “I didn’t think we were being that loud.”“Oh, you were,” Sara said as she set two of the boxes on the kitchen counter. She pushed the small one on top towards me. “It sounded like you and Pita were having a good time.”My cheeks burned.“So you’re definitely not a virgin,”. Marsha and I had been married for twenty-two years. The kids were both gone. We were comfortable and well off. I was a marketing manager for a small company that made industrial sump pumps. Marsha did not work and never had. We had no problems either financially or personally. And then I screwed it up by getting curious.I took Marsha’s Kia to get an oil change. I happened to notice that she had two house keys on her key ring. I know that is not that unusual, but since I only had one key I. She is getting bolder as I feel her fingers stroking my legs now. As she has not been with a woman, I let her set the pace of her exploration. She won't be able to resist tasting me for long, I decide.I drape her top leg over my head and dive into her muff, mashing my face in between her legs. My nose rubs her clit while my red-painted lips lick her moist pink ones below. She pants and cries, begging me for more. "Felicia!" she squeals. Did you hear that, Kevin? You bitch! She calls my name. . I want you to be my first!”He climbed on top of me, one hand between my shoulders, easily holding me down. His other hand forced my dress up and out of the way, then he slid it along my ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly. I squirmed, but it was useless, I couldn’t even turn to see him. I tried to talk to him, pleading, but he yanked my panties down to my knees with one motion. I felt him positioning himself above me, aligning his hips with mine, I felt the head of his cock taking its spot at.