Inge, when do you finish work today?’ * * * * * * * * * * * The four of them sat in a booth in Inge’s favourite bar and sipped their drinks. Inge... was the first to speak. ‘Well, here we are, and all we’ve got in common is that we’ve had the best sex of our lives with Luke and he somehow taught each of us something important about ourselves while he was screwing us. I know my life’s been better since I met him. And the other thing is that we’re not jealous of each other. You were right about. She put it down and moved on carrying her purchases. A thin sheer tight top which she planned to wear with a bra with holes for her nipples so that the fabric teased them throughout the day. The skirt was short but not outrageously and it did have deep slits up the sides so it should show stocking tops if she chose.The idea for the bra had come when Mary had mentioned crotchless knickers. It titillated Michelle to have something cheap and tacky underneath and underwear with holes sounded ideal.. ‘Let me moisten you up.’ Bending over, she took my tool in her beer soaked mouth and slobbered it with attention, moving her head slowly up and down. I embraced those beautiful tits, cool to the touch from the surf and breeze, with each of my hands. Her nipples were taut and her globes wavered in my palms. My erection grew rock hard. She stopped her sucking, to face me in a sitting position and reached for a bottle of baby oil she’d used for sunbathing. ‘I can grease you up with a little of. I would wear my short shorts when BBQing on the front lawn sometimes. One day I came home from work in a pouring rain and had just started getting settled in when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door I was met with a young black boy, I'm guessing probably about 18 to 20 years of age, who was drenching wet. He told me that he lived with his uncle in the next building but when he got home his uncle was away and he couldn't get in and asked if he could come in the dry until he could.