Brie broke the silence. “May I ask you a personal question, Gil?” Peter licked his lips and stirred in his seat - a Pavlovian reaction to his wife...setting in motion whatever the lascivious couple had planned.“That is the second potentially dangerous and frightful question this evening, Brie,” I replied. This little game was arousing me. Brie was coming on to me and her husband was enjoying it as much as I was. My cock sifted, twitched, and strained against my pants.Although I didn't want to. First we think they are beating, but both are silent, they are stay there half day, we think both are not quarrel so open door, but from next min they are same. Finally we are leaving that matter. But in the nights is some change, because both girls try to dominate each other, for that those friends also helps, if one girl’s friends do one thing then next other girls friend getup and try same thing but do hardly.Actually in the weekends we are seeing some hot incidents, but now daily we are. He grunted in response. "If you're worried about your writer we've got her back." Great," I said, "Did she get far?" No, not too far but we had a hell of a job getting her back. She found a way to fuck up the chip in her collar. Seb's still trying to work out how she did it. It meant we couldn't use tracers. We had to use dogs for fuck's sake! We haven't done that for ages. You remember that farm we went to on your first pick up? We keep a few there but they were definitely off-form. First work. "See, Sarah?" she said, smiling at the brunette. "Didn't I tell you it would be all right? Just wait till I get you into bed, honey," she added, her dark eyes thick-lidded and bright with lust. "I'm going to make you feel even better!" Then what are we waitin' for?" Gene asked, turning the knobs to shut off the water. He could scarcely wait for the show to begin. He opened the glass door and stepped onto the soft oval rug. "C'mon, ladies," he said, reaching for a towel. "Let's get nice and dry,.