Keith’s wife was waiting for him in the driveway when he arrived. Her mother had been in an accident and broken her. Diana was going there for a f...w days to help out. “Call me if you need anything, cookies are on the table, I love you”, a kiss on the cheek and she was gone. Keith sat at the table eating a cookie letter in hand. He had expected his wife to be here, a protection against impropriety but that was gone. Visions of sweaty moaning bodies danced in Keith’s head, fantasies that. Iris fumbled with her shirt. Jules calmly hung the gown and returned to help button Iris' blouse. Jules brushed her fingers across Iris' sensitive nipples. Iris' lips quivered. She stood frozen, held captive by Jules' stare, helpless to move away from the redhead's teasing caresses.As if being sucked into a whirlpool, Iris felt herself drawn toward Jules. Lips parted as the two women leaned closer to each other. They kissed softly and Iris felt Jules' tongue probe her lips. Their breasts met as. More

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