“Look at that fucking cat.” George rarely swore and we all turned to where he was looking to see our cat ploughing his way through our breakfasts. Jane looked horrified and said. Because it kinda gives me the right to do it too.”
I said that I thought I knew how she felt because the first time I saw George touch Rene I had a lot of mixed feelings. She had such a tight grip of my cock that I thought she might snap it off. Margaret was breathless and kept whispering to Rene to stop if it was too much for her. Over a couple of bottles of chardonnay we realised that all six of us had a lot in common and conversation flowed easily over a whole range of topics until finally I couldn’t stand it any longer and brought up the subject we had all been trying to get around to. There was no particular reason as we didn’t find it unusual to touch each other and frequently guided our respective dicks into both
