K**ding around, I asked him if he was sexually attracted to her. "Oh yes", he said. "Well, you know she is married, right", I asked him. He replied...that he knew that but he wasn't serious about perusing her. " I just think she is really pretty", he said.He then asked me if I was attracted to any of his friends. I told him that I thought his friend Tom was very hot. He is Brad's work out buddy and is 25. I wasn't lying either. He really is hot. "Oh really", Brad replied. "Would you. He was stammering something I couldn’t make out as I continued rubbing him.He looked down and finally realized what was happening.“Don’t do that, somebody might see.”“I am all alone and the neighbours across the street are at work.”“I’m married. My wife would freak out if she knew I let you touch me.”“The simple solution to that problem, bud, is not to tell her.”By now, my rubbing his crotch had resulted in a very serious tenting in his pants. I unzipped his fly, undid the fly button and. She paced a large pealed apple between my thighs just below my pussy to keep my thighs touching from each other. She pulled my hair above my head and tied it to the handle of the trolley above my head she bought a pot of honey, which she had warmed to make it thinner, and she poured it all over my body, from my neck up to my ankles. The honey crept into my pussy and ass too, filled up the gap between my thighs apple and pussy. Next she bought a large bowl of thick cream mixed with lots of fruit. "Carl turned. There were six other women, all dressed like Ariadne andlooking enough like her that they must be family. 'This is going to be one_great_ week,' he thought to himself.Ariadne took his hands and pulled him into the center of the clearing. "Wehad not planned on this, Carl Brookings, but you insisted. Now you shalljoin with us." Join with us? You mean... have sex with you all?"Ariadne laughed, a high, tinkly laugh. "Oh, no... no. Sisters, he thinks..."She said something in another.