Just then my son Arty gave Elisabeth a full creampie in her pussy. Elisabeth laid on her back on the lounge chair and without saying a word my wife Ar...ene climb up on the lounge chair and began to eat the cum out of Elisabeth’s pussy. When Arlene finished cleaning Elisabeth up, she turns to me and took me by the hand and said ”come on home we need to talk”. Elisabeth said. “can Arty stay for a while?” my wife said to Arty. “Dinner is at 5:30”. My wife and I went back to our house and I turned. She wondered if Anita had done that!Anita! Diane couldn't believe she'd hardly thought of her friend. As her father hauled her up his body and got her ready to fuck, Diane's head swam. She'd fucked her father without even thinking of her bet. She'd fucked him all on her own, and only because she'd wanted to do it for such a long time. Winning over Anita seemed only the icing on the cake.John took her in his arms again and kissed her. Her mouth was just as sweet as before, and his tongue darted. " Enjoymyself, I was just short of crying! Left nearly a mile from home, indrag!Luckily, the walk home was mainly via pathways through the woods. As thesun was setting by now, I figured that I was unlikely to meet up withanyone, and I hoped that the increasing darkness would hide at leastsome of my non-feminine attributes. My sense of despair was beingreplaced by fury as I set out to walk home. How could my wife do this tome? On top of it all, with dusk, it was starting to get cold! I wished. 1, full of compliments and telling Her how lovely I thought She was, and She sent back a lovely reply, and it blossomed from there. I couldn’t really identify the strength of my feelings for Her – the first time I’d ever felt like that – until I met Her for the first time. I was hopeless at that meeting but She was so lovely to me, and it was when I was walking away that I realised it was love – perv-love to be precise, but for a wanker and girl-worshipper like me, it was the real.