He said not much else. He looked at everything.“It’s a nice place you got here,” he finally summarized, standing by our front door and looking o...t east over our tilled land, the wigwams and turkey pen framing the sides of the view. I felt so proud that he was impressed with it all! “Not bad at all,” he added, and that was his way of saying it was really good.“I worried you’d turn out bad,” he fixed me in his gaze and he looked concerned. “And you eloped with that squaw.” I just stared back at. She did and I turned her around, her shaved pussy in full view for Angie and Dave. I stood behind her and motioned for Dave to kneel in front of her, as he did I spread her very wet pussy, pushing her legs wide as she stood there. Once she was open to him I told Dave to eat her pussy, while I played with her breasts from behind. She leaned her head back onto me as his tongue slid up and down her lips. Angie was now working her way out of her pants and wearing a wicked little grin. I motioned. Maybe a little too much makeup, but she certainly knew how touse it: her skin glowed, her lips plump and luscious red. However, hereyes were the prize and I couldn't help but stare: Perfect large roundpools of blue, surrounded by dark eyeliner, long full lashes and a hintof eye shadow. Her expression changed to one of concern."What's wrong?" she asked, reaching down for her clutch purse."Sorry, you caught me," I replied. "I was just thinking how beautiful youwere." She stopped, straightened up. I told her if I could get away, I would come over but I felt a bit weird knowing her hubby wouldn't be there. I wondered if he knew she "played" without him. Then I remembered her perfect tits and figured, what the hell! I rang her doorbell around 12:30 that night. Within seconds she answered the door, wearing a housecoat. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming" she said. I told her I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for my wife to fall asleep. She suggested we go for a dip.