At some point, Chastity began moaning in harmony with Bridget.As my wife was nearing another climax, Chastity came. Hard. Her hands were suddenly grab...bing my hair and she used my entire head like a sex object, grinding my face into her meaty cunt, her hips spasming and vibrating. When Charity’s body relaxed, she said, “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”About the time I pulled up for air, my wife was cumming again. Still breathing heavily, Chastity sat up and watched as I climbed over Bridget’s body.. She got up and walked away, then bent over to pick up her towel.But she continued to bend, her legs spread, until her shaven pussy puffed out from between her thighs, completely exposed.Linda looked right at me from between her legs.And smiled.I liked to think she knew I was there. And deliberately bent over, showing me herself like that!Honestly, I figured it was a fluke. She was just getting her towel. That's probably all it was.But it was a nice fantasy: It excited me to think she knew I was. “Something else that goes that way,” the older man said. “Evan doesn’t need to be reminded. He’ll remember in his own time.”David realised he was right and admired his father’s perception. He surmised that children live in the present and in the love of their carers, and he knew Evan was comfortable having Gwen in heaven looking after him through Celia. Bethan of course had no memory of her mother at all. To all intents and purposes, Celia was her ‘mother’. He had never managed to work out how. Simon had gone forth from his home in Bankside that afternoon with a sense of great anticipation.He made his way amongst the bustling crowds milling at the theatre entrance, paid for his seat and cushion and filed up the notoriously smelly stairways of The Rose. As he got to the balcony and looked for a space on the rapidly filling benches, his eye was caught by a comely, female figure as she progressed towards the more expensive seats in the gallery near the stage. She was closely accompanied.