They had a daughter that looked just like her mother.My wife, Marcie, seemed to be the leader of the pack. Marcie was not as tall as Betsy, but close....She had naturally blonde hair and wore it off her shoulders. I always thought she was pretty, but she had some acne scars from her teen years, that she had to cover up with makeup. She was self conscious about them, and I was careful never to mention it. I wasn't the most handsome guy in the world, but felt lucky just being with her.By Thursday. She undid the clasp on the front of her bra, holding her breasts together as she did so. She started to dance around him, squeezing her chest before finally letting them go, putting them right in his face as he sat on the bed to watch. She swung the bra over her head and threw it to him. Then she danced her skirt down her legs, kicking it behind her. The only thing left was her thong. She grabbed the sides with her little fingers, slowly rolling them down her hips, revealing her soft,. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asked. During this short conversation I had been wanking his cock slowly and I returned to it sucking his pre cum off his bell end. It tasted good and I wanted to taste my friends cum but was very nervous about it. Should I say cum on face then I could control how much cum I tasted or just take a load in my mouth? Still sucking his cock I pointed to my mouth. Ian groaned "That is so fucking horny, will you swallow?" reassuring me "it's alright if you don't".My. With about half an hour till Conner would be there for her, We cleaned up the kitchen and settled down to wait for Conner. At 8:00, there was a knock and Conner walked in.“Anybody still alive in here?” he called out as he shut the door.“In the kitchen.” I called back.“Conner!” Jill said with mock disapproval, “You should have waited for one of us to answer the door. What if we had been fucking on the living room floor?”“I would have joined in.” he shot back at her. “But we need to run, I.