Trips to the beach. Quiet evenings in winter by the fire, all of us bundled for warmth.There were sad memories, too. Memories of life after Barbara. W...ithout being asked, Beth moved into the house, occupying the guest bedroom. What needed to be done, she did with a quiet and loving competence. She listened and consoled. After living with us for four months, she left as unobtrusively as she came.When she left, I was surprised how much I missed her. There had been nothing sexual between us, but. The 2 young couples are now watching intently, enjoying the action, the guys probably hoping their ladies get turned on and loosen up for them too. Layla hands now explore up my sides carefully avoiding my penis…her delicious fingertips popping up the top of my waistband then disappearing back underneath. I have moved forward without even realizing it, my rigid spear only inches from her face…as her hands slide around to my rear…I notice another couple watching us from their chairs only about. When I first saw him I never thought I would end up here. Bra-less in the kitchen of a man I barely know.Two days before we had our first date due to my friend. It seemed that she had made it her mission to bring us together and like two teenagers we fell in her trap. For weeks he passed my desk at work, we nodded, greeted one another and I wore the friendly smile you wear around a stranger. He had called me when I was still at work, asking me what my plans were and made himself part of my. Whap!You pop my ass and you thrust your cock into me at an alarming rate. I feel your cock pulse as I know you cannot keep up this luxurious pace. To give yourself time to recharge, you push the head of the plug into my vulva and twist. My hips begin to stir but remembering your commands, I stop.“Good girl,” you praise. You pull the plug out with a snap. The plug is placed at the entrance to my ass.“Push out and relax,” you instruct.I follow your words exactly and you slowly press further.