"What's the difference? If I was wearing shorts, you could see this much leg. So what if I wear such a short skirt?" Because it's sexy as hell." It wa...s the first thing to pop out of my mouth. I walked over to her and took her hands in mine. I pressed my face till our noses almost touched. "This white boy is getting very turned on by watching your legs in my apartment. We are being very bad!" Oh yeah?" Yeah."She squeezed my hands tightly and pressed them both on each thigh. Then she let go. My. By the time I arrived at the pub it was 5:30 and the last half of happy hour. My wife and her colleagues were well on their way to drunk as they were already onto shooters. As I arrived at the table, I heard a chubby brunette say, “And number one would be Matt Damon.” “Number one in what?” I asked, interrupting their girl talk. All the girls broke out laughing. My wife stood up, walked over to me and kissed me hard. When she broke the kiss, she turned to her friends and announced, “He is my. I looked up at him at the same time as Lydia ran her fingers down the line of my pussy, parting my lips, to feel how wet I was. I was so warm and wet and she groaned a sign of appreciation at feeling just how much I was enjoying her attention. I could no longer be passive, it was my turn to become an active participant in this little fantasy. I told Simon to remove his clothes. “I thought you girls were going to forget about me for a while there” he said smiling and removing his clothes, not. I could see that I did a great job eating Ellen. She said so and she thank me for it. I replied that love does not require an expression of thanks. It required just more of it. Ellen said, Annie you are a beautiful romantic. Ellen continued, come up from down there. I want to kiss you and feel your nipples on my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples on your breasts. I forgot to mention that Ellen and I are about the same height so our nipples will touch each other a lot! I did so. Once on.