Back and forth the lunch companions encouraged each other with less reserve than any drinking mates in a seedy portside tavern—but it was all perfectly fine and allowable, Elizabeth assured herself shakily. Why, Kyle had already f****d her that night at her darling Bill’s kind acquiescence, had he not? The respectable friend of the family had opened her up all spongy and hairy and moist, had excited himself by rubbing his drizzling bare organ all over the inside of her, and finally had come with a long, low, shuddering groan, his joyous scrotum convulsing as it turned itself inside out and filled her whorish cunt with his sperm to make her bubble and ooze and drip… To beg her husband’s best friend for an orgasm now, therefore, surely was no harm, especially considering the wondrously indi
