One summer there was a risqué game played at work. Single men would take married women on a lunch date. My wife went to lunch with a particularly goo... looking young man, John. She had a great time. That fueled some semi innocent sex talking fantasies. While we were making love I would whisper to her "Would you like to fuck him?" This would get us excited and we'd have wild sex. We invited John to dinner at our place. Carol wore a gauze halter top that was completely transparent. She found. Casey proudly proclaimed his status as Michael’s pampered pet to everyone who entered his apartment or see him walking his dog on the sidewalk. He charged all of the above on his credit card with without worry. Already, he was living the imagined, sweet lifestyle of a millionaire. Even though he did not play golf, had never played golf, did not belong to a country club, and did not even know where the nearest golf course was to South Boston, he charged a deposit to have custom golf clubs made. I still hadn’t figured out how to handle Pablo. A bullet always came to mind first, but adding more guilt to the mountain I already carried didn’t sound appealing. Not to mention, that it may put more risk on Lizzy. I filled the tea kettle and set it on the stove to boil. I wondered if Pablo would listen to reason. Maybe he wanted a clean break as well. My experience told me that he probably took the theft of his shipment personally. I surely didn’t want him to get the drugs back. I might as. Nikki took a tube of lubricant and dripped it over my cock and on Lisa's pussy and ass crack. Then Nikki took my cock in her hand and guided it into Lisa's asshole. Lisa's was like putty a puppet for Nikki to use as she pleased without permission. Lisa's asshole was so tight I was having a hard time concentrating on not coming right then and there. Nikki stepped up to us putting her knee between Lisa's and my knees. Nikki stroked her cock and then slipped it into Lisa'a pussy. Lisa came back to.