After a couple of minutes Sam took my head in his hands and gently pushed it away, and told me to lie back on the bed. He checked my husband had a goo...d view and then Sam kissed his way up my thighs, before his tongue slipped its way up my slit to my swollen clit and circled it a few times."I think you're ready," he said to me, and I said I was more than ready for him. Sam moved up the bed and I reached down for his cock, guiding it to my entrance and keeping it there for a moment while I looked. Moira wouldn't mind. She'd probably be happy.And I had an image of me lying on the bed, my fingers in my ... in my pussy, with Moira on one side of me and Gary on the other, the two of them taking turns kissing me and...And I came. Oh god ... And they weren't there.And as I wiped my sticky fingers on my belly, I felt so lonely that I almost pulled the covers up over my head to hide myself from the world.But then the memory of Moira's voice came back to me. If you're getting up, the wanting has. It was the cable guy and after he left, I told her to come out.Then it dawned on me why she did not want anyone to see her. The nightie she was wearing was reaching just a few inches below her knee but had a wide round neck with sleeveless shoulders. Since she was still wearing a bra she was showing an ample cleavage. It wasn’t exposed by any standards but for her standards of living, it surely wasn’t modest.After we had our dinner she told me that she would like to spend the night at my house. Her taut belly was heaving fast as she hyperventilated. Her nostrils did not let much air enter her lungs and the combination of agony and struggling burned her reserves of oxygen much faster than usual. She was too much lost in her private hell to realise it though, even though Belinda had explained her plan earlier. At this moment they decided that Super-Woman was not super anymore and so while she was twitching and shaking out of control, Belinda continued with her speech:"The last thing.