What a totally sexual wife. She slipped up to me, started kiss-ing me, pushed me back on the bed, and before I knew what was happeningshe had taken my...hand and put it under her miniskirt. Where I discover-ed she hadn't bothered to replace her panties. And what did I findthere? You guessed it. A totally wet, slippery, open, cream filledsurprise. I noticed that my fingers slipped much more easily into herthan normal. Being stretched and filled already as she was. There's no way to do. I was still shaking, wondering what could have happened if the pervert had been in the house when I was home.I ran to the bedroom and opened my underwear drawer. Nothing seemed disturbed. Knowing that the panties in the pic were from the bottom of the pile, it nauseated me that someones hands had been touching my underwear. I scooped up every one of them and threw them in the washing machine. Realizing he might have also touched the ones I had just put on, I stripped them off and threw them in. He tapped his long painted nails on the door."Is he here?" he whined in a falsetto voice."Billie, he must be here somewhere." Sandy continued to stroke her cuntwhich peeked out from under the micro skirt she wore. Her pubic haircurled wildly down her hairy legs."Let's see if he is in the back."They clacked their way through the office."Come in," Lansing said. He put them to sleep and gave them their lastinstructions.***Sandy went home, shutting the door behind her. She went to the closetand. " I don't have one," he replied."Of course you do, honey," Joan encouraged."Well, to be truthful," he grinned at them, shaking his cock, "my fantasy is to live with two beautiful girls that will let me fuck them anytime I want, and who will suck me off and lick my asshole and--" You nut!" Fawn laughed. "That isn't a fantasy, that's reality!" It sure is," Joan emphasized. "Except for one thing. You've got to lick up and piss on us, too. Think you can handle all that without dying young,.