We won’t make it through dinner she thinks, both my hands are now on your butt, massaging that cute ass, lifting up your skirt, to feel your pantie... I grind myself against you. You returns my actions, I reach down farther and find you are wearing a garterbelt with your black nylons, feeling my hands on you. You are ready to tell him to forget dinner! My hands return to your front, feeling both breasts at the same time, massaging them, gently pinching your nipples, making them hard. I then. If it hadn’t been for the girls being present, Anita simply knew that she would strip right there and beg John to fuck her, regardless of the company.“So, John, I gather that you and Anita have determined that our household is, um, rather, um, uninhibited?” asked Malcolm. He and John were sitting at the bar in the parlor waiting for their wives to come back downstairs. For Malcolm it had been a most interesting evening so far. First, Anita had been flashing her nicely trimmed pussy at him all. I held her hair up, so I could watch her go down on him. She licked the little fraenulum, making his cock twitch and then took him between her soft lips. Her little mouth seemed to stretch from his girth and she sucked him noisily, drooling over the end when she released his cock. Her tongue stroked his glans, finding the most sensitive spots and then she took him as deep as she could, drawing in her cheeks as she formed a vacuum around his dick and then each time, releasing him with a little. We didn’t know what that meant and didn’t want to look dumb by asking, but another girl did ask. The girl who had all of our attention said that her dad slid his hand back and forth on his thingy until it started spurting thick white stuff out the tip. She said he looked very happy and pleased when that happened. One of the other girls said that white stuff was the semen and sperm that we learned about in school and that if that got into your girl thingy that you would get pregnant. Again our.