My hands come higher to your nipples, lightly touching them through the silky fabric of your gown. I draw small circles around them with my fingers an... as they start to harden, you turn your head to bring your lips closer to mine. Our lips lightly come together. Your lips are warm, moist, with the tangy taste of mint. You have just a touch of lipstick. You let your tongue lightly touch my lips. My tongue comes out to meet yours. The haunting rhythms of 'Steppin' in a Slide Zone' fill the room.. Your slick heat brings a lump to his throat as you purr in bliss at his exploration. One finger darts inside you slightly, teasingly, and your barely audible gasp makes him smile. Your hips begin their slow, primal dance again, subtle yet urgent as he teases your pussy with shaky fingertips. A whimper escapes you as you grind your clit against him, your scent reaching him, making his head spin in the damp, sticky air. He pushes his finger into you deeper, possessively, agressively, and you lean. Or so they learned from a lot of testing. It's just great when couples can talk about anything. Kristen wants to get pregnant badly. She is around 40. Over lunch Kristen explains this allergic thing. She then looks me directly in the eyes with a dead stare and says "Another man, like Ken might not have the same obstacle. Would it be OK with me if Ken provided her stud service?". Apparently all three had discussed this earlier and I was the only one left in the dark. Ken is all smiles for. Coming up for air, Kitty asked, "Ya wanna?" My turn to laugh - this was a question Kitty had often asked me online. This was different though - this time I could show her that I did 'wanna'. And I did. Want to. Kissing again, we toppled over on our sides on the blanket. "You know I want you. I know that you know, but not before I taste you, Kitty." She caught on immediately and pressed down on the top of my head, urging me down her body. I really didn't need any urging but I did appreciate the.