’ » » » » » · « « « « « He had arrived. Eight o’clock, sharp. ‘An... of course you know the wife,’ I gestured a hand toward my wife who sat on the edge of our bed, one golden thigh overlapping the other. She was naked beneath her open silk robe, her soft breasts exposed, ripe for plucking. Her shimmering black hair spilled over her shoulders, and her perfect mouth formed a wicked smile. She leaned back on her slender arms. . She started on my back, I guessed I wasn't getting the option of a towel, and concentrated on the area above my buttocks. She then started with my feet and worked her way up my body. Naturally I was getting hard but when I initially laid down my cock was pointing downwards, so now I had a growing erection towards her because she had parted my legs. There was no other communication between us apart from the odd inquisitive ‘OK?’ I am not a vocal person when aroused but I thought that it would be. But I'm choosy about who I screw. I have to like them, respect them, be able to treat them as friends. I've never screwed a woman I didn't like, and there are a lot of them I wouldn't touch. On the other hand, if I like a woman, you can be sure I'm going to try and screw her." You're right. I am like that. I just haven't been getting much adventure lately — my mind's been a little bent out of shape with my Mom and all... And what have you been doing for sex since you moved here? You haven't. “She is not fully aware of her lesbian proclivity yet, but yes,” the teen replied.“Should I get dressed now?” Kristi asked, in her sweet soft seductive voice.“No, just stay as you are,” Tim said.“Yes sir,” the teen softly replied.Tim then left the sexy young blonde lying there on her bed, nude, and went back into the living room. He found Kristi’s father sitting in there waiting alone and asked, “Where’s Mark?”“He took Amelia to our bedroom,” Edwin told Tim. At that very moment, Amelia was.