Now it’s my turn.”Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands an... she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his face for several minutes. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened. “No need to thank me, Alistair,” he told him. “It’s an absolute pleasure to fuck her. I have always wanted to fuck your wife Alistair, you know that don’t you? I am just thankful that my wish has come true.” Alistair didn’t know what to say, but those words not only humiliated him even more, but also brought more precum spilling into Julie’s hand. Jeff spotted it and suddenly reached forward, clasped his hand over Julie’s and squeezed. He stood there speechless as their hands began to move. Unable to resist further I used my hand to rub her ass and to push the sundress up further on her back. Our friend, Tommy, was glued to what I was doing as he sat a few inches away. I rubbed my wife's ass a little more and then started to push the waistband of her panties downward. My wife did not try to move or change position to stop me. She asked, "What are you planning to do to me, Mister?" I replied as I pushed her panties down off her hips giving a full open view of her delectable pussy. It was Mack's ego speaking and, yes, it felt good.And now, here was John. He was in their lives. He was worthy of Mary in ways that other men were not. Mack wasn't jealous; it wasn’t like that. It was recognition that John was a man like he was. He was a fellow traveler, a brother, a comrade. He was the kind of man that you could trust with your treasure and not be worried about its return or its condition when it was returned. It was an odd feeling to think about John and Mary together but it.