"Hi Susan," called Frank Rampton as he staggered over to the couple.

"Hello, Frank," she smiled. "Where's Nancy?"

"She's in the kitchen protecting me from pouring too many drinks," he laughed, leaning against a table for support. "Why do you always hang around with your husband?"

"I'm sort of used to him," smiled Susan, "And I think I love the guy."

"That's the story of my life," muttered Frank as he staggered away. "Every time I find, a beautiful woman, she's married."

"God," Susan giggled to her husband when the man had gone. "Poor old Frank has never left a party sober in his life. I think I'll go in and cheer up his wife."

Left alone, Tracy walked around the side of the house to escape the chatter of small talk.

"Hi," said a familiar voice as he leaned against a tree, smoking a cigarette.

"Hello, darling," he smiled, holding his arms out to receive Laura.

Their bodies melting together, Laura's soft, open mouth covered his lips.

"Oh, darling," she whispered, pressing her steamy hot cunt against his crotch, "I've wanted to kiss you all evening, but you were never alone."

"And I've wanted to kiss you," he smiled, holding her lovely, upturned face in his hands.

"God, darling," Laura sighed. "I'm so tired of hidden squeezes and stolen kisses. I want to feel your hard cock stuffed up my cunt. Oh, honey, I need a good fuck so much."

"Soon," he whispered. "Soon."

With one arm wrapped tightly around his neck, Laura lowered his zipper, withdrawing his lurching cock through his open fly.

"Oh, sweet baby," she excitedly whispered as she pumped her hand up and down on his naked prick. "We've been sneaking secret kisses for months and I can't stand it any longer. I want to be fucked, baby."