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Jen's lips lock back around his cock and I see the light of lust in her eye and long to be licking him myself. I strain to move, to touch myself, and ...ind that I can manage to make my knees meet in the middle and by wiggling in my seat, I can exert the smallest fraction of friction on my hungering clit. Jen is straddling my husbands strong thighs now and although I cannot see, I know his cock is slowly sliding into her slippery slit. There's the stab of envy, the jolt of jealousy but Kev is. .. would beat a woman I-like that... and what about the woman who would take it... without crying... ?The man rasped, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" There was silence for a few moments, during which Lois tried desperately to tear herself away and go back to the camper, but now, she had crept close enough to see the outlines of motorcycles. Oh! No wonder... It's those awful people... from that motorcycle gang! There was a terrible feeling of slashing, unreasonable fear that gripped her belly. Dear God! What. ’ ‘What?’ Lydia said while sipping her wine. ‘Where did you go?’ Brent asked, ‘Looked like you were in another world.’ ‘I was, but I’m back…I’ll put this in the oven. She slipped on two gigantic oven mitts that were shaped like fish. ‘Grab the wine and I’ll meet you in the living room.’ Lydia said while getting blasted by the heat escaping from the oven.’ Brent and Sybil gathered up the glasses and the bottles and walked into the candle lit living room. Sybil had forgotten how much Lydia loved. I phoned Tracy when I arrived at the hotel just to let her know I had arrived safely. Tracy tod me that a friend of ours (I will call him Dan) had phoned and asked if he could stay for a couple of nights. Tracy had said no as I was away but I told her to phone him back and say he could keep her company. Now I have to say at this point Tracy had never relly fancied Dan and as far as I know Dan had no thoughts of doing any thing with Tracy we were all just friends.When I got home I asked Tracy.
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