After about 10 minutes of just wading around in their robes Lesly pulled Susan to her and gave her a long hot kiss. Susan slid her hands under the hem...of Lesly’s robe and tightly squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass. Lesly pulled Susan’s robe open exposing her beautiful breasts with her dark nipples standing at attention. Lesly cupped her breasts and started alternating between licking and pinching each one. She then moved one hand down Susan’s toned stomach and slipped her fingers into her. As I walked to my car I saw that Jessica was in the front seat. I went around to the driver’s side and opened the door. As I got in my small 2000 Honda Accord I asked “What do you think you’re doing?”“Sitting in your car, duh,” she replied in a sarcastic tone.“I know that, but you need to go to the back seat.” I replied just as sarcastically. “You know I pick up Ashley on my way to school.”“Why can’t she sit in the back?” Jessica asked trying to win me over with her puppy dog eyes.“Because she. He was totally and absolutely turned on by his sexy, aromatic wife lying on the bed, talking dirty. Didn’t really want to stop. He was naked, she was still dressed. He knew she was saying these things to turn him on, and he was deliberately goading her to say them. It was a mutual sexual uprising between them, something they’d learned to do over the last few months since beginning their “new” sex life. Mary looked up at him standing naked, stroking his erection. “If you want me, then take. " Something about how he said the last part of the sentence had me both worried and excited about what the tradition was, but I agreed, because I thought tonight would be a perfect way of making friends. "Oh, and dress slutty too; it's a part of the tradition," he said to me with a wink. "Oh okay," I said, being no stranger to sex from my high school years; in fact, I was kind of a slut. "See you then, beautiful," he said as he left. I sat down and thought about what the tradition might be. It.