"Well keep an eye on the driveway. Since we don't have the cop outside, I'm more than a little paranoid. The Atwoods are going to know we are onto the...."Before Martin left, he had retrieved my weapons stash. It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the bowie knife after all. I was just as glad. Knives are really messy. You have to be close enough to smell the blood and crap when you gut someone. I just never felt that it was something I would enjoy.I was carrying the 10mm Glock semi automatic. “Especially when I wanted to suck and pleasure your man’s cock from the moment I walked in the door and he flaunted it for my benefit.“Your man is very exciting for me, I love the feel of the ridge under the head of his circumcised cock on my tongue.”I am lying on my back sideways across the bed with four pillows under my head watching Jean Pierre suck my cock while my lady watches. My legs from the knee down are hanging over the bed.Kerri is behind me holding my hands.And Jean Pierre is on his. He wiggles & grimaces under the the sensation. “Aww look, we got just under half of it in there. If you were hung the way a man should be hung you could take more”, I laugh, loving his uncomfortable situation. Going over to the shelf I grab a polished marble statue. It's an abstract of a person a foot tall & a 3 inch diameter. It looks perversely phallic. It's become his favorite toy. I sit it on the chair & he knows exactly what to do. He reaches back & parts his cheeks revealing his stretched. She was wearing a white knit sleeveless top with a scoop neck that that her husband had bought as an anniversary present. The top showed the fullness of her breasts. Her husband liked her to wear it to show off. She was wearing a lightweight jacket but wore it unbuttoned. With jacket open she could feel his lustful glaze on her breasts. She had to lean over a couple of times to make a point, giving him a good view of the tops of her breasts and cleavage. As she flashed him, she could feel her.