"Sorry for what?" Patrice asked. She knew what she should do. She had talked about it. Could she do it?She gathered her courage, remembering the words... of encouragement, and stood. She walked to Fran and sat next to her on the sofa. She reached out and touched Fran's cheek, a touch that spanned too many years. She could feel the wetness of the tears. She hadn't heard Fran cry in so long.Patrice swallowed hard before speaking. "Fran, you don't have anything to be sorry about." Yes, I do," Fran. Greg watched the whole time. His new bride was fucking a black man on their honeymoon and he was excited just watching them. Who would have thought watching your wife fucking someone else would be such a turn on. He knew he had a lot to learn about self control but he also knew that in time he would last as long as Jim. All he needed was experience. While watching their wild fucking his cock was again hard. He pushed Jim off and moved over her. He quickly slid his hard cock back in her wet. It took me over 20 years to get it out of my wife Jennie.When she was 15 she was getting pretty horny and was sick of being a virgin. She had a friend, Bobbie, who felt about the same way but had the advantage of being 16- old enough to drive.One Friday night Bobbie drove them to a club that featured beer and rock music. They both looked hot, in different ways. Jennie was thin, with small breasts and a tiny waist over long legs. Bobbie had big tits but a thin waist and a nice tight ass. . It’ll be all right, she assured herself, reaching between her legs with her licked index finger. Gary would understand. It’s only to make it easier. “Mmmmmm,” Elaine groaned as she manipulated the bud in small, liquid circles. Positioning the butt plug again and gritting her teeth, she decided it was now or never. She fucked it into herself, small strokes, deeper and deeper. Now, all I have to do is bear down… “Oooooh…” she hissed, reaching the widest part. And… .