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He is a good-looking guy. About 6 foot 2, 200 pounds. He always has a great tan and blond hair. Over the years, we have stayed close. We are both married and our wives get along. We got into a weekly routine, every Friday night we played poker with two other friends. One particular night my wife had gone out of town with the kids to visit her mother. She was going to be gone until Sunday. All the guys arrived and we had a good game going. We played late into the night. Most of the guys left. She tilted her face up.I bent and kissed her, my hands sliding down over her leather jacket to cup her scrumptious little panty-covered ass. She tasted of mint toothpaste. Her small tongue teased. I held two of the sexiest little buttocks in my palms, and just like that, I was horny again, desire and loose morals rushing through me. Tongues teased sensually. I had a vision of lifting her, of Rachael wrapping her legs around my waist, and me carrying her off to bed.The kiss ended. She eased out. ‘What are you thinking?’ she had asked, almost whispering. ‘Huh?’ he said, startled briefly, as he returned from wherever his mind had taken him through the galaxies of stars. ‘You look like you’re a million miles away!’ She scooted herself around in front of his drawn-up legs. She sat cross-legged, resting her chin on his crossed arms where he held his knees together and caressed both his bent legs behind the shins. She stared at him with a warmth that made the cool night air around them. "You bring the rest. I have to take a whiz," she said as she walkedtoward the hotel entrance, a determined pace in her strides.Kirsty threw open the door to their suite and tossed the bags on the bed.She quickly undid the belt on her slacks, pulled them down and kickedthem across the room. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a jersey, some socks, anda package of Jockey Y-Fronts, she ran to the bathroom, pulling her blouseover her hard and tossing it in the pile. With one hand, Kirsty yanked ather panties.
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