Or maybe they were like us: sexual adventurers insearch of the next escapade!The only way to find out was to go visit them, but we wereinvited for dri...ks at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had towait six hours. It was tempting to roll into bed (or someother part of the house) to continue our romps, but weapplied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved"ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutelychaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about ourday, we both engaged in quick. It was then that I decided my cock needed some more pleasure and pulled the thong to one side and pushed my cock slowly inch by inch into her. She arched her back raising her head back as she started to shake and came violently as John kissed her neck holding her head asking was it nice enjoying a cock inside you instead of a plastic toy? She kept saying yes ‘O’ god yes as she came again thanking him, saying are you ok about this my love, he said feel what it’s done to my cock! I then said to. She stopped kissing me, looked deeply into my eyes and said, Oh No, what happened? I just hugged her tight and told her that she was so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. She looked down at the mess, her first experience with b0y cum, and asked if I would be OK. I smiled and said yes, we just needed to hang out for a while so it would dry and I could sneak in my house to change later.She wanted to know why it happened and I simply told her that she made me do it. I asked if she minded if I. It had been a very long night. One funny thing that sometimes happens. When we have a really good evening together – not necessarily sex – we all like to sleep cuddled in one bed. As we do and the lights go out, Sharon sometimes says, “G’night John Boy,” and everyone laughs. Of course, our family is pretty far removed from John-boy’s, but we are family. Another Special Night It was another Friday night… and it was Sharon and Susan’s turn to give us a show. After dinner, Jillian, Carol and I.