. would hardly . . . call it . . . sleep," I gasped. "Perhaps your corset is just too tight," she offered in explanation. An explanation accomp...nied by a wandering hand that traced the gentle curve of my so-tightly-confined waist. I felt my body move into her hand as though controlled by an outside force. My heart started another upward spiral and my gasps became too forceful for words. She took pity on my predicament and lowered her lips for another kiss before I died. ”“Well, you’re more than welcome to join us,” I said, looking at my wife then back at Sam.“Thank you. I’d like that but first I have to change. I’ll be right back,” he said, turning to walk away.My wife stopped him in his tracks.“Why don’t we come with you and help you change,” she said, smiling up at him then me. “Let’s go to your room and while you change, John and I will wait for you then we can go wherever after that.”I shot a look at my smiling wife. She was still staring at Sam’s crotch. It was a real thing, solid meat of rigid muscles, much beautiful and delectable from the pictures he had sent to me. I had a wild urge of pulling the hem of my gown and lower my dripping pussy over his raging hard on. Oh…God! My cunt was on fire. I could no longer control myself. I bent and gently struck his cock with my finger. No response, my son was still snoring. Encouraged, I lightly touched his bulbous cockhead. I felt the animal heat emanating from the blunt head of his love tool. It was. .." John ran out of words.He didn't feel manly at all. He felt more like Jemma, except withouteven the confidence he had always mentally assigned to her. "I'll dowhatever you say. Without fussing." That's more like it," she approved.When Linda didn't seem to have anymore to say, Carl broke in with, "Maybeyou should test him. Make sure he's sincere. And do it while I'm stillhere."She gave the big man an appreciative smile. Her hands went out towardhim and he took them. She said, "I.