The day had started off well, I woke up dick rock hard as usual. For a guy quickly approaching forty , I was pretty proud of this. My sex drive was th...ough the roof. I rolled over and gently started rubbing my soundly sleeping wife's nipples. I had learned over the years that if you hit them real lightly back and forth they get really hard really fast. I don't know why I did it to myself, because I knew I didn't have time to fuck before I had to get up. So now I'm brick hard, she's sleep, and I. Soon our plan was put to the test as we met up with the others again, and neither of us betrayed the pact. As the evening approached I got ready in my room and was a little surprised to get a call from Steve, he asked me if I was OK and was upbeat, but then he said something strange when he said that I should dance with one of the strippers. I stumbled out a few words rejecting the idea but he seemed strangely insistent and demanded a selfie of me with a naked stripper, I laughed it off but. , oh would you just hold still!" Erin said as Megan finally came to rest, though her hands still plucked at the sash at her waist. "Look it's on all wrong, so we might as well take the whole thing off and start over. Brun got one thing right. You look like a sack of potatoes the way you're wearing it now." Erin, you know I'm not one of those girly-girls!" Megan said as Erin tried to extract her from the dress. "I hate these things. Always have, always will!" Tell you what. How about we get you. You watch anticipating what will now happen. I watch as your juices flow from your flowered lips and drip onto the bed, and know that you are very turned on and ready. My cock pops out of my shorts and you take in a sharp breath. From your position on the bed, my shaft looks longer and thicker than you remember. And the swollen head looks enormous. Your nervousness returns. I kneel by your face and let my manhood hang down to your lips. You raise your head and lick it, finally taking the.