Your... Hot... Like...Shit..."Sam put her arm around me and snickered as a cute girl came up behindhim and gently smacked Tom on the back of the head ...as she laughed, "Thisworks on my parents record player sometimes when it skips..."Tom quickly shut his mouth and blushed. The girl giggled and held herhand out and said, "I'm Steph, you must me Jordan and Sam. I'm his datetonight."Stunned, not because she knew who we were, but that Tom actually had adate. I asked, "Uhh... So what are you doing. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so. Arriving in Statesboro, she decided to see if Bill was home. If he was, perhaps they could talk about this. Perhaps there was an alternative after all. Beth didn't have to be right, perhaps Bill had relented on his requirements of this submission nonsense.Bill was in his driveway, polishing his Harley. Bill liked to ride on the weekends, or during the week when the weather was nice, and he couldn't clear his mind enough to write. Jen realized he had been out riding, which meant his weekend away. ”“Yes, you are,” I groaned, inhaling, smelling a tangy, feminine musk rising over the sweet perfume of her bubbles. It tingled my nose. It was just such a treat. My hunger swelled for her.I hugged her thighs and pulled her pussy that last inch to my lips as I leaned in. Her wet bush pressed against my mouth. Those silky curls caressed against my face. My tongue flicked through her folds. I lapped at her cunt. The very pussy that birthed me.My tongue flicked through her folds again. She.