Somehow, I kept my hands to myself."Do you have to go?"Some of the morning coffee was aching to get out, so I said yes. He watched intently as I went,...and I spread my legs apart so he could see. I couldn't believe how bold I was being."You smell good," he said."So do you."We adjusted the shower and got in. He got the soap, and lathered his hands, then washed me with his bare, soapy hands, back, front, breasts, and finally my crotch and even my anus. He played around there, even sticking his. If you do not like these types of stories, don't read it.My friend's wife, we'll call her Marilyn, and I had an erotic massage session in my last story. Since then, we have gone out together as a foursome, but other than a little grabass here and there, things were relatively quiet. That was soon to change.A mutual friend of ours was having their 50th birthday party and we were all invited to his house to celebrate. Opportunity was, once again, knocking.Since I am not much of a drinker, I. I instinctively spread my legs, which is noticed by my tormentor.She glances down and removes her hands from my boobs. "Oh, you naughty girl," she admonishes, "you have made your shorts wet." Her finger presses on the wet spot and rubs around. I moan again. She keeps rubbing, up and down over my leaking pussy."Oh dear, it's getting worse. This won't do. We must remove your shorts," she says. She unbuttons my shorts and unzips them. Reaching the waistband, she yanks them hard, pulling them down. She pulled my daughter up towards her face and they shared a passionate kiss.“So, was I right?” Eileen asked, smiling wickedly. “Wasn’t that the best fuck you’ve ever had?”“Yeah… it was like… wow!” panted her friend, her mind still reeling from countless orgasms.“Better than with Daniel?”“Ugh… it doesn’t even compare… so much better… I’m like, still tingling!”If I hadn’t been feeling great already, knowing that Gemma wouldn’t ever settle for a sissy like Daniel again, would have made my day..