His technique was so insane in the assaulting then soothing combinations. My mind just happened to hear the music ‘Stuck on you’ by Lionel Ritchie...it was playing for us. His wanting to give and I wanting to respond in kind was making us both so empowered. Great sex was more than anything than an orgasm tapped at the end of fumbling. It was a fine tuned well orchestration of intimate touches and prior knowledge’s of your partners’ deepest desires. To serve them them reaped benefits for one self.. Frankie rolled the dice and picked her card, reading it out ‘put your hand on your partners groin’ Frankie leaned across to Chris and placed her hand against her pussy.Pulling it away grinning, she turned to Ian and could see that was what he wanted her to do.By the time they had gone round twice, Ian was minus his shirt, Cathy had lost her blouse, Dave lost his t-shirt, Danny was sat in just jeans, Frankie had removed her hold ups, knowing that the only other clothes she could remove was her. Betty watched in awe as my wife took my thick, pulsing cock into her mouth, and in five strokes, pushed herself over most of the shaft. Her nose was almost touching my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before she pulled back and began another long, slow stroke."My god... how can you do that?" whispered Betty in awe.My wife pulled her mouth away and giggled, "Lots of practice."I pushed both of their heads towards my cock and they both leaned in and starting licking the shaft, up and down,. They seemed genuine police officers but that didn'tmean they weren't on the payroll of that big fat man I had seen'murdering' an enemy. One of the officers grew impatient and banged onmy door again. "Open up Mr. Tipton, we know you're home. We ascertainedthat your car engine is still hot." Shit," I swore silently in myself. That could give me away. Finally Iopened the door with the chain still on. "Can I see some ID firstplease?"Through the gap they showed me their Identity cards and I read.