Pussy, she forced herself to think, tingles, as do my nipples when I think of him. If a kiss can do that to me, no wonder his wives talk of him almos... constantly. Will I be that way if I marry him?His wives have encouraged me to become one of them, but will they follow through with that? What will they say should he kiss me in front of them? Will he be ashamed with what he started and refrain from any endearments even after last night? Has anything really changed, other than the judge having. One night, after a few pints, I got chatting to two older ladies (I was in my thirties, not sure how much older the ladies were) and the conversation started to get thick with innuendo, then just damn right rude. Joyce was an older, bleech blonde and Jane was a busty brunette. I could see her nipples poking through her green vest top, and it was arousing me. And then she left!!!In hindsight, she looked over her shoulder seductively and asked if anyone needed a ride home. Sometimes I am very. The girls were all eyeing me as I was looking them over. I asked where they were headed, and they told me that they were going over to Brandy’s house, and pointed to the girl in the middle.“I’m headed over to Ben Bolden’s house, do you know him?” I asked.“I do,” said Brandy, “he lives next door to me.”“Wow, that’s neat, mind if I ride along with you, or were you going somewhere else first?”“Sure, we were going straight to my place.” Brandy told me. “You can ride along, we would like that,” she. Carly noticed as I was realizing it and had to struggle not to laugh while continuing to thrust into my sister. Now that I was closer, I could hear just how wet my sister pussy was. Each thrust of the strap-on brought about a squishing noise that did nothing but turn me on more. I took my shirt and my boxers off and started to stroke my cock some more, slowly milking the precum out of the tip and using it to lubricate my jerking even more. I noticed that Carly was watching my cock in my hand,.