Him? WHOOP DE DOO!”All three started laughing at her antics.Joanna’s sweater slipped off her right shoulder.Jim ogled her tits.I was still laughin..., possibly even harder than before. Joanna shrugged the sweater off and stood nude before us. “Like it, motherfuckers?”“Yeah,” Jim crowed. “I like it! Hell, I fucking love it!”“Easy Jimbo, you don’t wanna be the one starts the fire,” I cautioned my man.“Like my girls, Jimmmbo?” Joanna inquired, deliberately dragging his name out.Jim nodded. His face warmed as he felt a deep chill hit his body, deep into his soul. He shook violently and had difficulty remaining focused. What had he seen? Was it real? His now rigid aching cock seemed to indicate that he was highly excited but he felt otherwise immobilized. What could he do? What should he do?After what seemed an eternity, Frank shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Upon careful thought it was clear to Frank that he had been daydreaming...but what a hell of a daydream! Though, there. She’s wearing little black dresses up to her hips or shorts or jeans so tight her ass almost splits through when she sits down.’ The plum dropped from the voice as Mae went into a hee-haw laugh and told Abe he was incorrigible. ‘How old is this city girl?’ ‘Twenty-six.’ ‘Ah, I’ll drag Grierson out of bed, she’s bored to tears and would love company of her own age – I think that’s her crying now. You’ll be far too late for mid-morning coffee, come to late lunch. That will give you time to take. She stands in front of him and takes her flimsy dress off and is left with her stocking, bra and white silk panties. But the unmistakable bulge of her very hard cock. I have also undressed I am wearing the same white panties, and white stockings and matching bra, and my 8 inch thick cock is also straining to be released. Panic, and confusion are in the eyes of Mike, he sees two very pretty women, but the bugling panties? We move to the end of the bed, Mike cannot see us, I pull Charlotte to me,.