"Yes, but after seeing what you have done, I'm not convinced that we need to," I told her in admiration at what they had done."It might be best to wea...e one into those plants just to be sure," Pat said on recovering from his own amazement. "But just a minimal one, so it doesn't have much of a signature." We'll leave enough of a signature when we transfer from here," I told him, and Pat and I also sat on the ground, and we each weaved a ward into the dense hedge of thorns.By now the sun was. My hand roved down her back and, of course, down to her glutes. She didn’t object, and in fact rested her auburn curls against my shoulder. I nibbled on her ear and squeezed the object of my obsession.When the song ended, she stepped back a bit and began to unbutton my shirt and ran the palms of her hands over my chest. I undid the cuffs, and she gently brushed the shirt off my shoulders.“Aren’t I supposed to do that to you?” I smiled. She grinned and shook her head,. As he did, I could see my wife's pussy glistening wet, as well as seeing a small amount of Omar's sperm beginning to ooze out from between her bright pink pussy lips; again sending a thrill through me.I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at my wife and Omar laying there; as well as the look of her very well-fucked pussy. The realization that Omar's sperm was now deep within Mara's pussy, and that she was at her very peak moment of ovulation and fertility, sent an additional thrill. After her experiences with that asshole Ed, she had decidedthat she wanted nothing more to do with macho men. She wanted a man whowas considerate, sensitive and loving. In short she wanted a man who wasin touch with his feminine side. Looking at her neighbor in his maid'suniform and high heels, it was clear that Jack was such as man. He wasalso a fantastic lover. She decided that she wanted to spend more timewith both Jack and Jill. She also wanted to help Jack develop and enjoyhis feminine.