We talked and I invited your husband Harold to our bar to suck and fuck Tammy's, Linda's, Sandy's, Diana's, Mindy's, Pattie's, Courtney's, and my whit... pussies all at the same time while our husband's watched. Jen,,, Honey,,, your husband Harold came over to our bar the next night, that Thursday evening at 11pm and told us he had all night and plenty of time to hang out with us because he'd told you that he needed to go to Ga. that night to help his brother fix a serous water leak. Do you. Stripped, he took his pajamas into the sleeping bag with him. She got into her bag. It was chilly.George leaned over so his head was near hers. “Anything you say in a normal tone of voice can be heard,” he whispered. “And anyone walking south of the tent can see a shadow of us on the tent walls.”“That’s why you dumped the cots?” she whispered back.He nodded. “Anyway, I don’t think one cot would hold two of us comfortably.” He kissed her.“You’re devious. We are wearing wedding rings. Don’t Hare. A cream cake with candles to blow off, to finish. The only thought over dinner for Emily was how many times would she surrender up to the All Black tonight. It looks like a good night to try to break her all-time record of five orgasms, set one night with the help of Joanne from next door who was sleeping over in the same bed. The insatiable Joanne won that contest with six times, when Emily simply became too sore to vibrate any more down there. As it was, she could hardly walk the next day.. He managed pull himself together enough to give her a complete appraising look, then said "At least as good as I imagined, Dr. Sanders."Rebecca blushed brightly, struggling mightily to keep from covering up. That was not from competitive feelings, but from a desire to personally match the demeanor she had coached him on. Finally, she gave him a girlish play slap on the arm and chided "I thought we got rid of the 'Dr.' nonsense a long time ago, MR. CASHIEN."Dan was not used to the kind of play.