When wanking over the panties or bras I was trying to imagine who used to wear them. That sexy milf on the third floor? That business woman on fifth? ...hat black woman that worked night shifts at the petrol station? Or the daughter of the bus driver on first?There was one girl, or rather a young woman, about my age, which I used to meet. We'd say 'hi', like most of the people who lived there did when meeting a neighbor.I thought she was sexy and I really wanted to know her better. Maybe I. They toppled off and separated. From the disappointed look on his face, I knew the moment when the strap-on left Tim's asshole. Even though Mel had probably coerced him the first time, or even the first few times, he'd obviously come to like it. "Don't worry Tim. I give you something else soon," I murmured, "but first..."I lifted him bodily over me and rolled towards Mel."Take that off, I need access to your cunt."I was going to demand things of her. She was used to being top dog, but she was. And that’s your science lesson for the day. Now let me get up and go deal with it.”“Awww, you’re no fun,” Riley complained.I got up and she rolled back to hug her mother again. As I left, Amanda was complaining.When I got back, they were face to face and Amanda was in a much better mood.There were things I didn’t know about my wife. One of them was that, at a slumber party she attended, one time, one of the subjects of discussion was whether or not kissing another girl made you a lesbian. I. I knew she really didnt wanna talk so I agreed to go. Sure I said to her. We walked down to the basement she through me against the wall pressed her body againts mines and started stroking me through my jeans . Her lips met mines and we stood there kissing It felt good thats for sure. She whispered in my ear how much she wanted to suck me off again. I grabbed her ass and caressed it , she did a slow wine on my dick and lowered her self down onto her kneees. She unzipped my pants and swallowed.