I hope you don’t mind.”“Mind? No. If anything, they make you even more adorable.”She started doing most of the poses she’d done before but t...en she did one that shocked him. She slowly turned away from him and bent at the waist, reaching down to touch her toes. Her little camel toe was framed by Otto’s outline. This was a picture that he knew he would beat off to for years to come.She looked back at him from around her leg and, looking at his cock straining at his pants, said “I see you like. I want Joe to go first...." Oooh yea I forgot, you like to watch Joe fucking your me...."I tell you what, my wife said to me before Joe have his cock in my wife pussy.My wife grabbed a KY Jelly from the nightstand next to bed.Michael,do you remember how much you wants to fuck my ass. Well, honey. Since you let Joe fuck my pussy,you can have my ass, but be gentle.I will count to 3 when you are ready, so both of you will going to put their cocks the same times. My position herself to have her ass. How exactly, were we supposed to rendezvous with our mystery couple in a crowded bar during happy hour when we didn’t know what they looked like and my genius planner hubby didn’t get their cell number to text them? He winked at me and slyly stated she would be wearing a red dress. Clever. Not.Aaarrggghhh! Dumbass, I was wearing a red dress too. Red was the twin sister of the “little black dress.” How many could there be? Too many. We decided to divide and conquer. We each ordered a drink from. He wondered how the bomber pilots aimed for their targets now that St. Paul's was a pile of rubble. Follow the river up to London and look for the white dome of the cathedral — that's what the Germans had done. "What do the bloody Reds do?" He wondered.Suddenly he was at the bottom of the stairs. He waited — uncertain what to do next. Through a door he could see another long hallway. Coming toward him were two men dressed in the uniform of the civil service — discrete tailored suits — all that.