Marcia felt that she couldafford to be magnanimous, if not spare Claire a little bit of sympathy.Even if now was the optimum time for revenge, the tim...e when she could atlast lord it over the woman who'd always, on her own home turf, madeMarcia feel so uncomfortable, so inadequate, so much a freak. But thatwas the thing about revenge. By the time the opportunity to dish it outfinally came around, you'd very often lost the taste for it.Maybe it was having known so well how it felt to be in. Leslie came forward to look, and gave a little gasp ofsurprise. "It's... how? That can't... there's gotta be some seam." Sheand Reggie ran their hands over the side of where the door should be,but there was nothing, just smooth paint and wood."Reggie..." Leslie began."What?" Reggie shouted, his temper flaring. "You can't say this is myfault. Are you saying that I made the door disappear? How could I dothat? Hell, how could anyone do that? Don't try and peg this on me!" No, Reggie, I wasn't. I leaned forward to meet her with a passionate kiss. Instantly pressing my body to hers. The serene fall night masked the intensity of the moment. Hardly a lucid thought could she muster before she feels me spin her around and slide her slacks and panties down over her ass in a swift move. All she can do is steady herself against the wall. Then she feels my thumb and forefinger of my right hand between us, as I position my purple veined cock between her pussy lips. She feels my hairy thighs. We liked most of the same things, such as food and music and quiet walks in nature. That made it easy to be around each other and enjoyable and we did.It wasn’t too long before we discovered how much the other liked sex. She seemed always ready whenever the opportunity presented itself and initiated activities as often as I did. Even our screwing styles were compatible, sensing what the other wanted, soothing or vigorous.After a few months we were spending a lot of time together, even.