Breaking from her lickings Suzi leant her head on Kelly’s tummy to brace herself and reaching back on either side hooked her thumbs into her waistband. As the third bottle of prosecco finished along with the film, which wasn’t half as good as the pair had hoped, Suzi’s mind drifted back to Kelly’s earlier comment about sex. She could see that the dog cock was angry and red and looked much thicker than she had seen, and would have guessed therefore longer. With a wiggle and a shuffle, she managed to pull them down to her knees along with her panties but progress was made difficult by Roger’s continuing attempts to mount. Suzi tried to think who Roger was… the gardener… her personal trainer… had her ex-husband returned in secret and was now fucking her best friend? Suzi was sexually naïve with her ex-husband Roger, being the only man, she had ever slept with. “You sure?” Kelly said as she looked at Suzi.
