What must Bridget be thinking? But it hardly mattered as the wonderful licking sparks burst again and again inside her, all but devouring her in a lustful conflagration. It was so absolutely heavenly, that she could not bring him to flick and probe ceaselessly into the nakedness of her passion-wet loins and buttocks, while she jerked spasmodically above him, reacting to each thrust with a weaving, trembling motion of her own. All that mattered now was the wonderful pleasure that pierced her heated flesh like little arrow points of fire!

"Oh my God, Gary!" she breathed downwards towards her husband, "you finger me so good honey, so good. Don't stop yet, I can still take more."

Gary Spencer chuckled. It was true, he was the luckiest man alive, his wife was the most seductive woman in the world. This time I'll kiss her pussy a little, see how she can stand that, he grinned lewdly to himself as he nuzzled his face up her creamy white thigh and with a swift movement of his tongue plunged it directly against her wildly pulsating clitoris.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhh, Yesssss," hissed Julie through clenched teeth, "I say yesssss!!!"

CHAPTER THREE

"Now this is a house," glowed Janet Howard in appreciation as she and her husband Bob pulled up into the driveway of the Spencer residence. "How long did you say Gary had been in business," she asked casually.

"Look here Janet, we're here for a nice long weekend, I don't want jibs about how much more money Gary is making than me, okay… I just want to have a good time."

"Okay," pouted Janet, "no need to take offense."

Almost an hour later, drink in hand, sitting comfortably in Julie's livingroom, Janet could take a really good look at her surroundings. The Spencers lived just the way she wanted to live, now why couldn't Bob make a lot of money, was it really that difficult?



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