I looked down at my spouse."Gotcha."She reached up her arms and I let myself down on top of her, squishing her, sticky and all, as we kissed, our tong...es finding new places to go and new things to do.She held me tight, moving her hips and her pussy against me slowly, until I wriggled loose and moved down, kissing her boobs, her belly, tasting a little of myself as I went, until I ended up exactly where I wanted to be, her pussy flowering open, her lips red and wet and inviting.I started at the. I took my two index fingers and opened Jess' pussy a frothy mess putting my middle fingers in to I stretched the hole out pulling it apart like I was opening a bag of crisp and looking inside I was surprised at how much sperm she was holding on too "give it another push out for us" lifting her head breathless and panting "here we go then" her vaginal walls pushing against my fingers she grimaced the pool in her hole not really shifting "I feel like I am going to go pop....okay" panting heavily. Brian then said that he had explained to Betty what was behind this rather strange situation, and then asked betty what she thought. I felt a bit like a dog at a kennel club show - was I going to be awarded the prize?Betty was about fifty, and quite big, I woukd guess a forty inch bust and biggish hips. Her bottom appeared to be well upholstered. She looked at me, and said she really liked me, and if I was happy to give her what she wanted, she would be delighted, subject to her checking out my. Sylvia had no problem walking around the flat, dressed only in her nightgown, with her boobs proudly stretching the fabric. That image was burned into my mind and I lived in a dilemma between the two Sylvias – a friend, yet a girl I really wanted.That weekend, I went to bed around midnight, working hard to get my schoolwork done. Sylvia went to a party. But the walls in the building were very, very thin, and I was awoken by the sound of the door. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was almost.