“Mike, honey, you're just gonna have to take me to bed again,” I moaned, breaking for air. “You sure you're up to it?” “Mmm, yes, I need it!... Please!” Once out of the hot tub and dry, I took his hand and lead him back to the bedroom. He was on me and deep inside my yearning ass pussy in short order and I was moaning loudly, this time we were using the doggie position. Mike took me with long, hard strokes, bumping my curved butt soundly with each down stroke. “Oooo, oooo, baby! Fuck me, Mike,. We've been missing too long as it is," she giggled before slipping away leaving me with my shorts still on the floor.Pulling my shorts up I grabbed another two boxes of beer and headed for the kitchen, just catching Jan as she was heading for the garage."Oh, you mind-reader, you," she grinned."I'm trying to keep up with Roger, but it's a struggle," I joked."It's the company, they keep him drinking," she giggled swaying slightly.Not the only one I thought as she headed back, her delectable. I'm not going to call you. I'll send email, or letters, anything where I don't have to see you here together."It felt like I'd swallowed ice when he said that. "I'm not sure I could stand that." I don't have a choice, Kate. I wasn't joking. This is killing me, especially now after the trip. I can't take loving you through window any more."I realize Jules was standing at the edge of the kitchen, but I didn't know how long she had been there. "So, you started without me?" she whispered."No, I'm. .I'm not a sissy," Polly said."The hell you aren't," Keisha snarled. "My husband is a sissy. You twocould drink out of the same glass." You've got me wrong," Polly said."Bullshit. You go home and wear maid's dresses, don't you? You scrub thefucking toilets. I'd recognize your kind anywhere. C.J. is the samesortof powder puff girl." Keisha....I'm not a maid. I'm not into that stuff," Polly said. Shefought back the urge to say "...yet." Do you prance? Do you iron the laundry? Do you sit in a.