I had been under the shower for five minutes and my cock was still rock hard and I wasn't even horny. But then I began to have sexy images of Diana, m... step mum in her black bikini, her big boobs spilling out through it. My right hand grabbed hold of the shaft of my cock and began moving up and down. My breathing began to increase as I softly moaned out. The more the image stayed vividly in my mind, the more my hand moved up and down on my cock. I felt myself building up to an orgasm the faster. She had a great body! She ran her hand down to my zipper, and told me to take good care of that cock. I want a piece of it. My mind ran wild. We kissed more and she disappeared drunkenly into the house.I returned to my wife, sitting very hornily in the leather love seat, happily drunk. She wore a black camisole, and bikine panties, and had another drink in her hand.Normally guys would tell the wife, you have had too much to drink. WHY?? Enjoy the drunk wife. She is all yours, Fucking for free,. I pretended to read a magazine on the coffee table but I kept looking at her bending and twisting in front of me.“I’m going back to my mothers for a few days to tie up some loose ends before settling in here for the long run,” Vanessa said.“I’ll miss you,” I said, pretending to be over dramatic. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you moving here to begin with?”“It’s a long story,” she replied. “But to be blunt and short my mother doesn’t like my lifestyle and I don’t like her drinking. She kissed the side of her neck as she pulled and twisted the puffy hard nipples. Then she pulled Carol's head back and bent over and pushed her tit in her mouth and Carol knew to suck hard. As Carol sucked Sara slapped her face then each tit. Even though the sex could get rough between them it was intense and they both loved it. As Sara felt Carol bite on the nipple she grabbed a nipple and twisted it hard. Then she moved Carol's head to the side of her tit and Carol bit the fleshy mound three.