Each one pressed her breast into my hand as she felt me touch them. I felt each nipple rise as I caressed it and then as each pulled away I tweaked he... nipple.They all moved further into the kitchen apparently preparing a breakfast fit for a king. Each was doing something and in a few minutes a big platter of sausage, eggs, toast, biscuits and gravy was placed before me. It has been a long time since I've had a good country breakfast. This was so much more than good I could hardly believe it.. Your parents both work very low paying jobs and your sister has become the best source of income since she took that modeling job for Victoria Secret. You start to think about some of the friends your sister has introduced you to from her job. Just thinking about all those large breasted women with the tightest bodies any college boy has ever seen starts to make you hard. Your hand travels under the covers to your growing cock, cupping it, gently tugging on it. Just as you start to really. Not bad for a thirty-six year old housewife in one month’s time. Yes, the reverse saying is so true, the more you get the more you want. As the summer continued I met with all three men for lunch or after work for drinks making for some very interesting afternoon and early evening encounters. Hotel, parks, cars, anywhere we could find a place to fuck. I kept my weekends free for time with Doug and the kids but still was getting restless. Doug knew of every meeting beforehand and I would give. “He doesn’t mind sharing me,” she hinted.Wendy took his hand, and he escorted her to the small dance floor. “I’m Dave,” she almost halted at the mere mention of that name.“Hi Dave, I’m Wendy, and who is your friend?”“That’s Zack.” She looked at him and waved.She began moving to the beat, and his eyes stayed on her. She knew her nipple wouldn’t stay hidden for long and soon popped into view. He moved closer to her, and a hand went to her waist. Though the music was upbeat, he slowed her down,.