An helping hand

Lets say that Olivia was not too happy to see that Mark was the one almost passed out. She did not argue, but with a dry smile she looked at me and told me that I was supposed to be the one arriving drunk that night. She looked at Mark and told him: “Don’t worry… Remember that payback is a bitch!” I laughed and left her to deal with Mark, who was already snoring loudly.

I went to take a shower before going to bed and while showering, Olivia’s face came to mind and I felt my cock getting hard. In all the years I had known Olivia, I normally treated her as family – after all she was my best friend and she was married to a guy who was like my brother – but the reality was that she was hot. At her 40s, Olivia looked better now than when she was 20. She always had been skinny with breasts that were two sizes too big for her body. We liked to tease her back in college that she weighted 90 pounds and 80 of them were on her tits. Twenty years later she had put a few extra pounds – she was like 120 now – but the proportion was the same. Now she had some hips and her ass had rounded, so now the weight was better distributed. Also, her face had not changed in all these years. Yes, she had some eye lines and a mark here and there, but she looked as if she was 10 years younger… and she always looked damned cute when angry! She had a devilish look that was sexier than frightening and many times Mark told me that when she was angry, she was a demon in bed.