" Play with yourself," I ordered." I will if that's what you want, but I'd much rather you play with me." Well, that was her final invitation for me. ...arbara obviously was looking for some action. I gently stroked one finger across her slit. As I did, she leaned forward to kiss me burying her tongue in my mouth. I kept fingering her cunt until it was nice and moist, but I didn't insert it into her. Barbara was becoming aroused from the kissing and fingering. We moved over to the couch where I. A few minutes later she returned, Richard offered to pay but she said the guys at the bar had paid, Monica strained to see where the girl pointed; peering through the crowd she saw four men smiling over at her.Nether of them knew what to expect, Richard thought they would be younger and a little more smartly dressed. Monica thought they would be different more like Richard, business men but these men didn't look that type, it was to late now, they were walking over.As in all situations one of. Well she started to bring me my coffee in the morning and if I was still in bed, she'd boldly look at the sheet (I always made sure that was the only covering) where my cock was. I'm sure she could tell if I had morning wood which I made sure I did as the game went on.One morning I looked out of our glass surrounded shower and could see her in the doorway watching. I didn't let on that I could see her and gave my cock a thorough washing to the point it got hard and of course I gave it some nice. Muriel is the only female in the house I am not fucking and all of a sudden, that fact comes crashing down on Muriel. She is pissed off, confused, envious, repulsed and attracted all at the same time.There are moments of intense teasing and there are moments when I am the smelliest dog in the pound. She alternates hanging on me for dear life to wanting nothing to do with me. I have not laid a hand on Muriel in any but the most appropriate ways. I do not ask Muriel for anything inappropriate..