The door then opened slowly and Karen appeared around it and softly tip-toeing to the farside of the bed getting in with out stripping she put her arm...around to rub up and down my torso and kissing my back. My body soon began to respond and as Karens hand lowered she found my cock growing and began to slowly stroke it helpingit grow harder.I could feel her other hand move to open the buttons on her jeans into her what must have been now wet patch. I couldnt rsist any longer and moved my hand. Next time I saw her I would tell her straight.But the next time I saw her she turned the tables on me claiming in front of two of her female friends I had enjoyed the spunky kiss and asked her next time not to swallow it instead to share it. Well after she claimed that I was sunk.I walked away, embarrassed and confused because as I walked away I could not get rid of this rock hard cock. Maybe she read my mind and I did want her to do exactly as she had done to me for now I was as horny as a. Now, you have to admit that was kind of a weird thing to say. If she really hadn't been there, she would have said "What are you talking about?" But saying "That wasn't me" meant she knew what I was talking about, which meant-- what, multiple personalities? "I don't get it," I said, cautiously."It wasn't really me," she said. "It was me playing a part. That's the only way I can do things like that for you, Ricky. If I put on an act, then I can make you very, very happy." And looking into her. He’d frequently taken care of our youngest son who was his son’s best friend. And the special attention he regularly gave Courtney’s pussy with his big brown banger was much appreciated by all involved. Courtney loved being the primary sex object for two horny men. She felt so needed which always made her horny.We had a great traditional feast with plenty of champagne to accompany it. After we got the table cleared and the kitchen in shape, I suggested to my wife that she give Ramiro a special.