They embraced and kissed each other.“Jennifer!” I exclaimed.“Prude!” Melanie said.They kissed each other for about a minute and then started l...aughing.“Steve, for a guy who’s had sex with fourteen women...”“Fifteen,” interrupted Jennifer.“Who did I miss?” Melanie asked.“Well, you didn’t miss much. He only technically screwed Kathy Will. I mean three or four strokes counts, but only technically.”“Wait a minute? The guy who can have you, Mary, and me at the same time and bring all of us to orgasm. " You are exceeding my expectations. I don't want to put you out." I'm probably as excited as you and looking forward to our special day together."Angie grabbed my hands, looked into my eyes and said, "Lynn, you are the best friend anyone could ever want. What have I done to deserve someone so special?" Angie, healthy people are not like magnets. With healthy people, likes attract likes. It is the fact you are so special to me that keeps me coming back. Let your mind go blank and come to me on. There was no preamble. Her tongue slid into my mouth, her tits press up against my chest, her hips met mine.... and I swallowed the pill! We played a little tonsil hockey and then I was aware of my wife standing just to the side of us. She ran her hand up both of our backs and a few seconds later, Emily broke the kiss, but did not back up much. "That was ... very nice." She smiled at Tina and they both giggled. As she turned back to her backing, Emily added, "Don't forget your water." I almost. If only I still didn't love the bitch. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasn't a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about how girlie volleyball was, so she asked me to field a few of her serves. After she damn near took my head off four times and I had had enough to profusely apologize to her.Physically, life.