Very gently, Jean began to press her finger-tip between the small, baby-like lips, forcing the tight little opening wider and wider apart as she worme... it almost imperceptibly... deeper and deeper up into the rubbery, clutching warmth of her writhing girlfriend's desperately clasping asshole!Then, through the paper thin wall of heated flesh separating Carol's dually filled genital orifices, Jean felt the urgent thrusting of her husband's long, thick cock driving against the pressuring contact. As her skirt and panties followed the rest of her clothes into the box, to reveal long shapely and well muscled legs at the top of which her pussy nestled among the sparse blonde hair which covered her mound and revealed she was true blonde. Clothed she was beautiful, undressed she was the loveliest thing I had ever seen and that included my sister, who occasionally and fleetingly flaunted her nakedness to me dashing from the bathroom to her bedroom. I knew she did it knowingly just to tease. Thankfully most of them were on her upper body. 'Black tights will cover the rest.' She pulled on her clothes before he wondered out. "You need to cover those sweetie they are a little ugly." He brushed some hair out of her face and kissed her, "Your lips are a little dry too." She nodded slightly, it hurt to move her neck, she slammed into a wall very hard the night before and a loud pop came from her neck.As she looked in the mirror she saw all the ugly reminders of the night before. "Dinner. The shop was cozy, and warm, we had done kinky things with the guys in it before, so I said OK to her showing more, and that we'd just see what happened after she was totally nude after a few more visits to the shop. Each time she brought fresh coffee she wore less. The guys and I discussed how my thin small breasted wife compared to the busty curvy statue I was working on between her visits. The young guy Tim was the redhead Irish sort that was only 18 so 10 years younger than Ray, and Doug.