I devoured her juices giving her a couple of orgasms as I went. Finally, I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. I turned my head to see my wife sta...ding over me.I said, “I’m sorry honey but I just couldn’t resist her sweet little pussy.”Sandy said, “It’s all my fault for exposing it to him.”My wife said, “I don’t care whose fault it is…just hurry up and finish with her. Then give me my turn.”Screw that I wasn’t about to hurry up. After all this was my first taste of my sister-in-law and I. I pushed down my skirt and pushed him back.“Taylor, you fucking perv. Get the fuck out of here before I beat the shit out of you.”I looked up and realized it was Derek. Taylor, without saying a word, ran off down the driveway. Derek came closer.“Sarah, are you okay?” he asked.A tidal wave of relief rushed over me. I had never felt so grateful to anyone as I did in that moment toward Derek. I ran to him and threw my arms around his chest.“Thank you so much!” I said.He held me for a minute as I. Said it heightened creativity. My partner was a fashion major, about twenty years old. Smart enough, but lacking any real world experience. We eyed each other warily. I invited her and three other teams out to the house for a brain storming session. The instructor encouraged it, saying it would expand our horizons. I ordered pizza, and we shared ideas until our heads hurt and still hadn’t come up with anything of real merit. We stopped trying. It was a Friday night, so we began drinking in. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger's house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched.