“You don’t like Peter do you?” she enquired. Then, as he started to drive, he told me about the weedend. Xxx I’d fuck Anna this weekend. I listened to him banter on about different topics while we drove to the cabin. I grabbed the waistband of her pajama bottoms. On each stroke, the edge of my hand pushed against her pussy a little more. “How can I resist an offer to put my hands on that body.” I responded. I asked Peter and Anna to join me as I opened another bottle of wine, but Peter wasn’t having any of it. There was a shuffle of feet and I turned to see Anna walking into the kitchen. She buried her head in the pillow.
