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I reached out my right hand and groped my wife's ass. She was fast ***** judging by her snore. I fondled her slowly focusing solely on her butt. I let my finger slip through her butt crack and this got a response. She turned to look at me smiling though her eyes were still closed. "Can't sleep?" She asked. I responded by closing the gap between us and planting a kiss on her ear. My wife's ears are sensitive and a little tickling of the ear and she'd be in the "mood" in a heartbeat. Lo and behold, she grabbed my member which was as hard as a rock. She began to rub it slowly teasing me and making me moan in anticipation. But I didn't really have the inclination nor the time for foreplay so I just dove right in. I literally dove right into her pussy with my tongue and licked it like it was an ice cream. I lapped up her juice like it was the river of life. Her moans were loud and getting louder. I inserted one finger into her as I continued my vigorous licking. She groaned when my finger. Once on, it was kind of loose and flouncy.At only five-feet-two-inches, Kelly always struggles to find things as short as she wants. I knew she had hemmed this dress up a few inches. It’s shorter in front and maybe five or six inches longer in back. The front hangs just a few inches below her crotch and sitting cross-legged is a necessity. The top buttons down to the waist and Kelly left a few unbuttoned to show some cleavage.Her shoes were some sort of crazy foot-cage-looking things. They’re black and have thin straps wrapping across her feet, across her ankles and across her calves every couple of inches.We stopped at the lobby bar for a drink. As always, it was a pleasure watching Kelly sit on a barstool and see men passing through the lobby do discreet double-takes.We used an app to get our ride to the casino, which was about a thirty-minute ride from our hotel. Once at the casino, we had time to wander around, donate some money to the local tribe and enjoy a couple more.
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As I said, it just happened. It was just the one time.” She put her palm up in a placating gesture.“How could it just have happened, you made a fucking video for chrissakes. Did it just happen to be recording when Rob jumped you? It takes time to set the fucking machine up, it takes planning, not some spur of the moment fucking job? Jill, you fucked my boyfriend, you fucked him and recorded the fucking thing. How could you?” Tears coursed down her cheeks. Tears of anger and frustration that she hadn’t hit her friend, tears of betrayal, her vision was blurred which was probably a good thing because it meant she couldn’t line her friends face up to be slapped.“Rob told me he had left you. Actually, he told me you had thrown him out. He was looking for sympathy and somehow, we ended up in bed. The video was his idea. I don’t even have a recorder. It seems we were both tricked by him.” Jill took a step towards Leanne, wanting to throw her arms around her and try and make it all.

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