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Both women were now closer to 50 than 40 and with their children away at university they both had their large houses from the divorce settlements pretty much to themselves. Since that momentous change in both of their lives they popped into each other’s houses like it was their second home, and would often spend an evening in each other’s company consuming prosecco and generally putting the world to rights. Kelly always was the smaller one of the pair with her short straight blonde hair that fell to the nape of her neck and as a fitness fanatic she would often be seen pounding the pavement to keep her 5’4” figure in shape, and Kelly was very proud that she was still a size 8. Suzi was a couple of inches taller than Kelly with brown hair that fell to her shoulders in a tumble of curls, and by her own admission Suzi knew she could do to lose a few pounds but still felt she was in pretty good shape, though nothing like Kelly’s trim figure. She always felt her best assets were here 38dd and was convinced that men wanted the curves that went with it. “Sex,” said Kelly again, rolling the word round her mouth, “that’s the real secret to staying in shape, lots and lots of sex.” Suzi looked at Kelly and laughed as she said, “sex with whom, may I ask, haven’t seen a string of men at your door or maybe you sneak them in.” “Who said anything about men?” said Kelly quietly looking at her best friend intently. “Have you turned… you know…” stammered Suzi, wondering if her friend was about to make a pass and also wondering in her slightly tipsy state if she would decline as it had been over 3 years since she had last had sex. In fact the only orgasms she had were from her fingers under the covers in darkness and shame, recalling how the nuns at school would tell the girls they would go to hell for touching, but the urge was sometimes just too much. “Lesbian?” giggled Kelly then went on “wondering if I was going to lick your pussy as you lick mine.” Suzi blushed bright red as Kelly laughed and went on, “looking at your face not sure you would say no but rest assured I still love cock.” Kelly always had a way of saying things that would shock Suzi in a delightful way. Suzi’s posh private education had not prepared for college the more down to earth working class lass who married well but despite their differences they enjoyed each other’s company. Suzi was sexually naïve girl with her ex-husband Roger, being the only man, she had ever slept with. Her married sex life then was once a week in darkness and conducted in silence with the occasional grunt or apology if Roger thought he was being too vigorous. Kelly on the other hand made it quite clear she had a ‘bit of a dark past’ before she married and Suzi had learnt more about sex from Kelly than she had ever known before. In fact, Kelly had hinted she may have been more than just friends with other women in the past, whereas Suzi hadn’t seen another woman naked since school. Before Suzi could question her further, Kelly clicked on the TV so they could watch the latest 'romcom' they had agreed on earlier in the day. As the third bottle of prosecco finished along with the film, which wasn’t half as good as the pair had hoped, Suzi’s mind drifted back to Kelly’s earlier comment about sex. Being much more open due to the alcohol lowering her inhibitions and giving her a degree of bravery, Suzi looked at Kelly and said, “so where are you getting this lots of sex you boasted about earlier?” “Roger,” said Kelly quietly staring at Suzi whose mind started to whir at a hundred miles an hour. Suzi indian tried to think who Roger was… the gardener… her personal trainer… had her ex-husband returned in secret and was now fucking her best friend? Then she remembered that sex Kelly had said it wasn’t a guy and slowly it dawned on her who Roger was. “Oh, you mean your Roger,” Suzi said open mouthed as the full realisation of what Kelly had said hit her. Roger was a 3-year-old black lab that went running with Kelly most days and would often be seen bouncing around Kelly’s back garden. Kelly had called him Roger as she said it reminded her of Suzi’s ex-husband, “a bit clumsy and would often bound about with his tongue hanging out,” “Shocked?” said Kelly studying her desi friend’s face, waiting for her reaction. We're very similar in girl our tastes and attitudes." Well, this year, like my own desi Christmas angel, Nicole asked if I wanted to come over. Clean her up sex and bring her to the viewing room, and don’t fuck around. I said, "Next." Chris softly laughed. My mouth was dry for more reasons than the desert heat, but I managed to make a show of fussing around my speeder like I was getting ready to head off for the garage, as the Jawa father chattered out some last minute instructions to his daughter. She’s got my tongue surrendering to hers. Secretly Drew was happy that his college daughter had not been with a man yet. Rebecca was being led around the village at the end of a leash. He saw warmth there, but also nervousness. She brings them to you. She’s a saint … a really sexy saint.” That broke the three of them into chuckles and they filed out to greet the indian sheep waiting their turn for the slaughter. With a sighing moan, I stood up, my pussy soaking my panties. Chapter Thirty-One: Diamond Implications Kathryn detects an odd tone in his voice.