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Returning to the House.
It was well after midnight, the party was beginning to break up. Since it had been much more fucking than drinking, many of the guests had decided not to stay the night. Joseph and Lizamoa decided to do the same.
It was a bit amusing finding discarded clothing all over the deck and lounge and they began sorting out who owned what. Finally, they got it all sorted and had everyone dressed in what they arrived in.
At the door, Joseph gave Sharon a very tight passionate hug to thank her for a great party, or so he insisted it was. Lizamoa noticed how tightly they held each other, how her husband’s hand had reached down to grip a sexy arse too. Sexy!
‘Why does he have to do that with every woman he meets?’ Lizamoa thought. But then ‘every woman’ did seem to like it or at the very least, didn’t complain.
“Do you want some of that?” Steve whispered in her ear as he pulled Lizamoa around towards him. She got the full-service hug too. Her breasts pulled tightly against his chest, his strong hand pulling up her short skirt and gripping her arse, his thigh pressed hard against her pussy mound while her thigh was rubbing against his cock.
When they pulled apart, she was a bit breathless.
“For a moment I thought the orgy was about to start again,” Lizamoa laughed.
“That could be arranged,” Steve replied.
“I bet, naughty boy but we’ve got to get home, otherwise we won’t.”
“You don’t need to,” Steve grinned. “I can help you find a bed.”
She laughed at that as she gave his arse a hard slap.
“And I’m sure you’d be in it too.”
“Of course.”
She laughed again.
“Another time, Steve. I’m going to hold you to that.”
At the same time, she reached down to give his cock a quick squeeze.
“I expect you to,” he replied.
After she gave Sharon a quick hug of thanks, Lizamoa followed her husband out the door.
It was a bit amusing finding discarded clothing all over the deck and lounge and they began sorting out who owned what. Finally, they got it all sorted and had everyone dressed in what they arrived in.
At the door, Joseph gave Sharon a very tight passionate hug to thank her for a great party, or so he insisted it was. Lizamoa noticed how tightly they held each other, how her husband’s hand had reached down to grip a sexy arse too. Sexy!
‘Why does he have to do that with every woman he meets?’ Lizamoa thought. But then ‘every woman’ did seem to like it or at the very least, didn’t complain.
“Do you want some of that?” Steve whispered in her ear as he pulled Lizamoa around towards him. She got the full-service hug too. Her breasts pulled tightly against his chest, his strong hand pulling up her short skirt and gripping her arse, his thigh pressed hard against her pussy mound while her thigh was rubbing against his cock.
When they pulled apart, she was a bit breathless.
“For a moment I thought the orgy was about to start again,” Lizamoa laughed.
“That could be arranged,” Steve replied.
“I bet, naughty boy but we’ve got to get home, otherwise we won’t.”
“You don’t need to,” Steve grinned. “I can help you find a bed.”
She laughed at that as she gave his arse a hard slap.
“And I’m sure you’d be in it too.”
“Of course.”
She laughed again.
“Another time, Steve. I’m going to hold you to that.”
At the same time, she reached down to give his cock a quick squeeze.
“I expect you to,” he replied.
After she gave Sharon a quick hug of thanks, Lizamoa followed her husband out the door.