That was the first, and most fortuitous, discussion on the subject that we had so early in our relationship.We married in June of 1976 and a few month... later her best friend and the manager of the bank branch where my wife worked as a junior teller, Joan, told her how she and her future husband (who by coincidence was also a lot older than her and the same age difference as us, twelve years) had started reading the stories from Penthouse and Forum magazines to each other in bed at night; and. This second guy came quickly in my mouth; but I was still thirsty; so I moved to the third guy and again had another warm amount of semen filling my mouth…I sat back in my chair and told them I needed to be fucked. All I wanted to know, was who would be first. They all smiled and Barry said he was first in my mouth; so, he would be first in my cunt.He dragged me to the men’s room. As soon as he locked the door, he ripped off my tiny thong. Then he called me a fucking white married bitch and. And began sucking over my panty.It was hard but gentle.The she got up and pulled my panty down.She held my hand and guided me to her spare bedroom.She made me lie down and made me watch her undressing.I tried to lend a hand but she gently pushed me back and said Enjoy the show. She got in between my legs and we kissed.She held my hands apart and kissed my breasts as she slowled rubbed her pussy against mine.She went down.And finally put her finger inside.Those fingers were working inside me. Sandy was wearinghigh heels and the click-clack of her shoes on the pavement added tothe delight. Her under garments were made up of a lacy white garterbelt that held her thigh high stockings on her shapely legs. The gentlemovements of the nylons on her legs made her feel a touch naughty. Shedidn't care if her panties gave her panty lines she preferred bikinipanties instead of thongs. She never felt comfortable with the thongstrap pulled up between the lovely cheeks of her behind.Her choices in.