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When I felt the inevitable pulsing, I pushed up with my hips and unloaded into her mouth. She made a kind of "Mmmmm" with a rising pitch, as she tasted my ejaculation. I kept up my bukakke ministrations on her lips as best I could as I shot off in her mouth.
With those words she reached to the bottom of Michele's snug T-shirt and gave it a smooth tug upward, revealing to us all Michele's braless bosom. A good thing the crickets were chirping, because neither Alan nor I could find a word. My eyes bukakke, like Linda's, were glued to Michele, as though I were a schoolboy who'd not seen breasts before.
Linda felt it, too, as I gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she welcomed me by bukakke lifting a thigh and reaching down between her legs, taking me in her hand and guiding me into her folds that were moist and warm and wanting. We had known Michele and Alan for a dozen years, from the day Linda had brought them a housewarming lasagna and a bottle of red to celebrate their move in next door. We soon learned that we had much in common with them: we were all busy with our careers, and we enjoyed the same music, films and food.