The other half wants it to be another man, so that, well, you get the idea. Well, you get the conflict. Both are enjoyable scenarios,” Jon confessed...to both of us, making me laugh a bit.“So, roll with it, either way, boyo. I’m sure that your good lady wife is. After all, it’s apparent that sexual orientations are a worry of the past and she’s as ready to try out her own sex as you are with me and other men. Whatever happens ... happens. Whatever it is, it will involve us fucking this lucky. ’I raised my eyebrows. In the months of seeing Donna, I had only seen her drink alcohol once and that was little more than a sip. ‘Red or white?’‘White please and not too dry.’I leaned down to kiss her and told her I’d be back soon. I took Aggie for a short walk before taking her back to my cottage and selected a Pouilly Fume, an excellent Sauvignon Blanc based Loire wine.When I got back Donna was relaxing on her sofa, and much to my surprise had changed and was wrapped in a big woollen. With that, Belinda poured a generous portion of conditioner into her palm and wrapped her fingers around me. She formed a tight ring and began slipping it up and down my shaft, careful to keep it aimed upward as Marcella continued to carefully shave my scrotum. Belinda was smiling up at me. "Does that feel okay?" It feels fucking amazing." I laughed. It really did. She tightened her grip and continued to jerk me slow and slippery.Marcella finished the front and sides of my sack and then. She’s been punished for being naughty. Now we have to show her that we still love her.” With Susan still over her lap while sitting on the stool, Mrs. Levine began to rub Susan’s ass cheeks while spreading them apart at the same time. As she did, Susan’s tight little pucker hole was opened to my sight, as was the lower part of her pussy lips. Her labia were glistening with moisture. Mrs. Levine said ”OK, you ate my pussy Mac. Now it’s time to taste Susan’s so you can compare.” I didn’t need to.