I told Sharon that I’d invited Jennifer to join us for dinner. She had no problem with that (it meant I wouldn’t question her about that mark agai... I suppose) and set about planning what she was going to cook. At 6 p.m. the doorbell rang as agreed. I answered it, and there was Jen, looking beautiful in a flowery summer dress and white flat shoes. She played along with the lie, thanking me for finding the problem, pissed off that she may need to get a new cooker etc. As the evening went on, she. Curly, and going every which way. I did my best to try and make it look alluring at least but it wasn’t having it, so I just let it be. I slapped some light foundation on, trying to conceal the worst of the bags under my eyes, slicked some highlighter on the inner corner of my eyes, and then curled my eyelashes and brushed some mascara on. My deep hazel eyes were as good as they were getting. Slicking a light pink gloss on I stared at my small tits. I could leash them in a push up bra, which. I pulled her panties off, leaving her nude except for the ankle socks I had left on. She crossed her hands at the wrists and pulled her pussy open to me.“Take me please. I need it so bad!”“I’m in no hurry,” I said lowering my head to her spread pussy, “why should you be?”And with that I buried my face into her crotch. I licked and probed Jill’s pussy. She moaned with delight. “I’ve never felt this good. Ooooooooh!” She cried as her legs tightened around me. I could taste her cum flowing out of. "You first" I heard my wife say "Squat over his mouth." I felt young, smooth thighs lightly touching my shoulders and face as this first candidate positioned her little pussy just above my mouth.... and then settle down. My God, she was wet and sweet! I lapped at her like she provided life-itself!"Now" added my wife, "Practice your cock-sucking skills." I naturally then felt a warm mouth begin to slobber up my fuck-stick and then begin to give me a nice, albeit slightly rough, blow-job.I then.