So exciting, our respective lovers so talented, so good. Sliding the top of it to her hips. “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”
Troy and me both managing to mutter, “I intend to,” with raging erections. In the back of our minds for contrast, the women around twenty-years younger we had shared. A late lunch, four o’clock?, Lesley Ann asked as we left with the sun rising. “I want what Tabitha is having,” Lesley Ann told me, both of us naked now, watching herself in the mirror as I knelt between her legs, my tongue on her clit, my only contact with her. To our great delight Lesley Ann, the society queen, our mutual new lover, had invited another guest for her late lunch, a boy perhaps just twenty, a very pretty blond boy. Tabitha and me kissing her, no hurry, no rush, undressing her slowly.
