It wasn't yet time to be thinking about St. Paddy's Day; people were tired of snow. It had arrived pretty and white but time had turned it dirty and s...ale. A strip of bare concrete had finally worn its way through the blanket of ice that had covered the sidewalks for so many weeks. It was too warm for overcoats; too cold to venture outdoors without one.That was outside. Inside the bar, Kevin was polishing the glassware. There were no patrons yet and it was a Wednesday. He, nevertheless, had. I thought this would be for my benefit, but apparently not. She wore it the next day with no attempt at having me observe it. But I will start this second installment by explaining further why even the very fact that she would wear something like that was curious in itself.For the five or so years we have lived together, Kayla has literally only ever worn "boy boxers". However, ever since the Ann Summers episode, there has been more and more occasions where I've found skimpier attire: thongs,. Very festive. No bra, no panties. Very naughty. I didn’t tell my hubby, planning on surprising him during the party.The short walk down the street was cold, very cold. And my rock hard nipples stood at attention atop my firm B-cup boobs. It was very obvious that I forgot my bra. Hubby noticed, rolled his eyes and chuckled.Since it was an open house, we just walked in without attracting much attention. And whoosh!!! The heat hit us like stepping into a sauna. Almost instantly, I began perspiring. She licked my rod all over and sucked on the tip hard, popping it in and out her mouth.I rubbed my erection over their fresh, young faces and encouraged them to suck my balls. Kimber rolled them on her tongue like a juggler, Leigh Ann was more inclined to bury her face in my nuts while licking underneath them. Women are something, yes?My jizz spurted out in hot globs. I was aiming at Kimber's nose when I unloaded w/ little warning, then pointed toward Leigh Ann so as to "even things out.".