It is close to her fertile time, and I’m hoping to get another boy. When I fuck her, I will imagine it is Angel “(another of his married girlfrien...ds).That afternoon Bev called and asked if she and the boys could come over. I told her sure, come on. It was a hot afternoon in August, so we lounged around the pool. Then Bev said, “Bill, I want to ask you something. Do you think Jake is playing around?’ I told her I did not want to get involved–then she started to cry.“Now, now, don’t cry” I told. He wasn't right. Another guy goes by, OK looking, but not enough to get out of my comfort zone to go thru with this. Finally a decent looking younger guy walks by and I get his attention. I ask him if he could help, holding my hand up to show my splinted fingers. I see his eyes give my tits a once over. He smiles, of coarse. I can tell he was interested. So I walk toward the little room and he asks, where you going? Quick thinking, I told him, oh, I don't want to leave my purse to long. So he. This just intensified the feel of stretched, warm muscle squeezing my cock. He must have started to enjoy it after a while as he began to rock against my pounding cock in rhythm with me. He fingered and licked her pussy, I fucked his ass. This wonderful and filthy dance continued for what felt like hours. At some point, I noticed that his cock was fully aroused and he was stroking it. Still grinding her puss in his face, she saw this too and tensed. Watching me, feeling his tongue and seeing. She seems to be trying to get a feel for me. Trying to figure out how to pique my interests. I watch her casually as she studies my face, watching her hands as she drums her fingers against the table before she pulls one hand up to rest her face into the palm of her hand and briefly squints at me. I nod to myself as I find a humor to her seeming to be sizing me up.“My name is Belle ... And yours would be?” She speaks in that tone. Something about the tone of her voice that grabs my.