I was glad that they had a nice tall privacy fence or the neighbors would have seen us in our naked embrace. My hands were drawn to her fantastic ass. Indian sex I squeezed and mauled it as she frantically ground her wet pussy against my hardness. But then reality shattered that delightful thought and I remembered Sandra falling asleep while studying my cock. As I worked in long, deep strokes guilt began to bloom inside me. I knew Molly wouldn’t like it, but then I didn’t like seeing her fuck another guy. I grabbed a granola bar and quickly devoured it. My mind was still fuzzy so I thought it was Cindy and somehow the entire eight years since her passing were a bad dream. When I got home, Sandra texted me to say she had just pulled on some sweats when Christie and Alyssa came bounding in.
