It was a man & he closed my mouth. He just kept kissing my neck, shoulders, played with my wet hair. I assumed it was my husband, in early from work.W...ith his free hands, he started playing with my boobs. Then slowly, proceeded to stir my clit. I tried to get away from the hold. I was being aroused & I felt fear. For the touch was not the soft touch of my husband. I felt like I was being raped. I wanted to scream, but held myself to see where this was going.After a while, of kissing & playing. “Raise your legs up. I want to see your asshole too” she obliged with a sly grin.“Are you sure you like it?” she asked.“Are you out of your fucking mind? This is my pussy. I’m about to lick this pussy until you squirm with pleasure. I’m about to finger this pussy until your my fingers are coated in your juices. I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy until you scream. Then I’m going to shoot a huge load in this pussy and watch it drip down your ass crack and onto the bed as you lay there. Rachel appeared through the back door wearing one of those over-bikini-dresses with a bottle of wine and a magazine in hand. She walked to her usual chair and gave me a casual wave. i waved back, she began to pulling the dress down her body revealing a skimpy black string bikini top that her tan tits looked like they could spill out of if a stiff wind picked up. She bent down to push the dress down the rest of the way. I peered from the far end of my yard as her tits hung from her chest and. It was gone four in the morning when I heard a car pull up outside the house, followed by the sound of a door closing shortly afterwards, and then a key in the front door lock. Max must have seen that the light was still on in the sitting room, so she came in. it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to see that she was pissed as a fart."I told you not to wait up, Baby! I'm well knackered! You comin' up to bed now, Honey?" I just sat and glared at her: I knew her well enough to know by the way she looked.