Then I began to talk to her. "Listen to me Julie! You got hot thinking about my tongue sliding up and down your wet slit. You love the idea of me lick...ing and sucking your wet pussy. So touch it like I told you to and tell me how it feels." Suddenly, Julie moaned. "That's right, Julie. Slide your finger up and down real slow. Just the way I would slide my tongue up and down. Can you feel it pressing between your pussy lips? Press it in, Julie." I smiled as she moaned. "Oh, I can feel your tongue. We spent another 40 minutes talking about how his business was going and the economy in general and then I headed back to my car.I settled in for the mind-numbing ride through all the corn fields in the lowering dusk. With a top speed of 55 MPH in the country and little towns every 10 to 15 miles requiring that I slow to 30 and sometimes to a stop, it was going to be a long trip.It already seemed like an interminable drive when, after 50 minutes during which full dark descended on the area, I. When I changed direction and pressed my lips to Linda’s, Emily flushed pink in embarrassment at being toyed with.As I kissed Linda, Emily was staring intently at us both. How could she not - we were only inches away from her face. It was oddly hot to do this right in front of her; a voyeuristic audience that we had arranged.We broke our kiss and shared a heated look. Linda had that glint in her eyes that I had come to know so well. If we were alone I was sure she would be dragging me up the. I hit my drink often to be done and gone.But suddenly the husband was standing across my small cocktail table, a partial light-colored drink in one hand and a fresh, dark colored drink in the other. From the smell of the darker one, I recognized the full glass as bourbon, all I ever drank.Now, when a man hands another man a drink, his voice tends to be strong and friendly. Friends buy each other drinks with camaraderie. I expressed my thanks to this unsure man. His posture was slumped, his eyes.