“Why not?” asked Phil.“Well, none of the lads are allowed to go with this single man. I don’t think their wives trust me not to lead them astr...y,” I said with a laugh. “Want to come, Phil, or will my step-sister not allow you as well?”“Sorry, Sean, work commitments, but would have loved to go with you,” he replied with a grin. “All those bikini-clad women,” he finished with a leer.“I told you, Sean, I would go with you,” Penny added. “Phil would not mind me going, would you, Phil?”“No. Penny. . I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then. We both went together in the bath tub. Nish moved to the end of the tub, took my feet and sucked my fingers. Yeah, I had already got more than what I had desired, this was further becoming better. The pleasure I got was similar to the pleasure which guys get when they have a blow job.Few minutes later, I adjusted my position to enable Nish to suck my pussy. His mouth went to my pussy, while his tongue was licking from my clitoris to asshole. I was breathing heavily, a bit of drool escaped from. She suddenly woke up and I acted like I was in sleep. She thought it’s by mistake and removed my hand. Again after some time, I did the same thing. She again removed and parted a bit away so that I can’t reach her. Now it was difficult for me but my mind was not in a state to lose this opportunity.Somehow I waited for 1 hr. Then slowly, I took the middle place and after some time I went close to her and I started smelling her armpit. I went down and up and stuck my eyes right in front of her.