I think so." "I know what my girlfriends do when their boyfriends need hardening-up. Want me to do that?" I was pretty sure what that must be and, I a...m a male, and she is a stunningly-beautiful eighteen-year old woman naked in my bed. "If it might help, sure," and she leaned over, looked up at me and slid her mouth over my cock and began softly sucking. I've had sex with a few women as I've said but Alexis, when she started sucking me, oh, it was the most deliriously wonderful feeling of. The ringing was subsiding.“Hug the bitch.” Hannah demanded of me and I reached down and squeezed Pat.“Good.” Pat sobbed.“Is anyone else hurt?” Zoë worried.“Reggie kicked me in the shin, but I think I’m OK.” Connie said. “If you got hurt at all, say it now.”No one else spoke up. My head hurt, my nose bled, my scalp ran. My thigh, my ribs, my belly, my shoulder, my leg, my everything throbbed.“Pat hit her head.” I had to spit again but the towel had moved to cover my mouth this time. “Someone. Wearing only those boots and carrying her riding crop. I doubt very much that the real Anglo-Saxon countess, wife of the Earl of Mercia during the reign of Edward the Confessor, wore boots ... but I could be wrong. That didn’t matter. There was something very sensual, very erotic in an Amazonian manner, in the way that my ex-Mormon, Latina boot-fetish slut carried on with her literally cavalier fashion. She was likely to be as fierce in battle as she was in the sack, at least from the sound of. The look on her face didn’t tell me much about what she was thinking. She didn’t look mad, but I couldn’t tell for sure. In fact, she almost non-chalantly waved at me to come over. Trying to gain my composure, I smiled, waved, and motioned that I would be a minute. My mind was racing a million miles an hour. My wife was asleep (I think) upstairs in our bedroom. Sure we were all friends. But going over at night alone and having drinks with my neighbors wife was a whole other thing. There would.