"Go on...." he said softly, "touch it...."I took another long drag off of my cigarette, doing my best to exhale the smoke as sultrily as possible, and...reached out again. As my bare hand wrapped around the fullness of his rapidly-stiffening shaft, I was struck by the fact that it was so much WARMER than I'd expected it to be; ninety eight degrees always feels so much cooler, in respect to your own body. Especially when everything you'd ever sucked or fucked was made of plastic or rubber. Another. Was Andrew prolonging his already interminable business trips by doing a little tourism while he was away? Angry at my husband I grabbed Freds hand and slid it up my thigh all the way to my pussy. Then I wondered if I had gone too far, so glanced at Andrews face but he was happily sharing a joke with Fred. Was he aware that Fred was now fingering my cunt? Is that what he wanted? Or not? I decided that the feeling was too delicious to stop. I just hoped that it was what Andrew wanted because it. I absolutely hated it. I only liked it when he was not so self-assured and an easy target to make fun of.“Don’t you two have to go stick your fingers up my mom’s ass or something?” I asked them after a long pause in the conversation. Mike and Jessie laughed and told me that Chastity and Joy were already prepared and stabled for the races.“Gross, this is so misogynist,” I scrunched up my nose in disgust.“I told you there is an entire male pony category,” Mike offered a counterpoint.“Yeah, but. And he has been very nice to his mother-in-law today. Very nice. So, I'm being very nice to him." Have fun, just don't get caught."So, we finish our dinner as Laura plays with my cock under the tablecloth which, thankfully, is long, nearly to the floor."What might you like when we get back up to the room, Max? You decide, it's your big day," asks my dear wife."I think I'd like to give my lovely mother-in-law some nice oral sex. Dessert, if you will." Why Max, that would be lovely. I haven't had.