With swiftness, I grabbed the small box that I set down earlier that night. I held the small box in my right hand as I hid it behind my back. Then I...turned around. Becca was facing me. She had a concerned look on her face. I tried to speak to her, but I struggled to find the words. “What is it?” she repeated. “Come on, you can tell me.” It was now or never. I stared into Becca's eyes as I spoke directly to her. “There's... there's something that you should know,” I told her. Becca gasped. "Oh, goody," chimed Wendy, "I need one of these bad. This is the perfect setting for strawberry daiquiris, don't you think, hon?"I guess so, I thought to myself. But I wondered why she would think this is a perfect setting if we weren't alone and able to move into the bedroom for a good romp. Perhaps she's preparing herself for me for the time after Michael leaves."Why don't you put the movie in, honey. And dim the lights a bit, it makes for such a nice atmosphere." Okay," I replied, dimming. An old man with a past, how much does his wife know about him? I wondered. What does he do with her sexually? In any case, both men showed themselves to be very experienced when it came to pleasuring a women, especially with my new found kinky hobby. I wanted to learn more from them, hands-on experience as they say.I made the call to Billy Tuesday afternoon before my husband came home, and asked that they come round on Thursday around eleven am. I made sure there would be no distractions, like. Iqra got down from the table and she looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Her hair were everywhere eyes were ruined with the eyeliner splattered all over her cheeks spit stains on the chin and face along with cum on her chin and neck and shoulders. She looked at her tits and how they were red and here nipples still hard from all that pinching she then looked at her pussy how it was used and she felt proud of herself and even more turned on which even surprised her. Coach wilson was.