"I'm not sure about this. She is your wife."Michelle slid her hand into my bikini, grasping my hard cock as she looked me seductively in the eyes."OK,... you convinced me," I said."Let's get our things together and go to our place," Jon said.Michelle released my now throbbing cock as I tried to tuck everything back in. somehow trying to conceal my excitement before standing. I wrapped a towel around my waist as I retrieved my things, following them closely behind in anticipation. It was a short. Ron walked to his office and left with dismay at the pile of paperwork on his desk. His secretary came into his office and told him that Sam Howell wanted to see him and Brenda immediately. Ron picked up a file that he had been working on before his flight to Alaska and started for Sam's office. Everyone that Ron passed grinned at him. Ron didn't know if they were just happy that he had survived the plane crash or if something was going on. As he approached Sam's office he saw Brenda with a. She made an attempt to pull the towel up. His hands stroked her breasts and she leaned back from her chair, her head rubbing against his crotch, feeling the shape of his penis."You're full of it." And then there's revenge. Don't forget that." I haven't. But that bed is disgusting." I'll change the sheets."The voice of Kate came in from the other room. "Breakfast, you two?" Breakfast?" asked Brad. "Or...?"Or," Maggie answered decisively. "But first I'm going to change the sheets." I like your. Your hands searching in vain for something to cling onto. After a few minutes of this, I throw you back onto the bed. "I'm not finished with you yet", I say with a grin. I walk over to the bed, you laying there, staring up at me, unsure of what I'll do to you next. I lean down and kiss you. Not just any kiss this time, but a long, deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that not only makes both our hearts skip briefly but the kind of kiss that lets your know no matter what, that even though your.