This wasn't a good idea. I wasn't even sure what was going on in my house, and the idea of adding not one, but two women to the household seemed peril...us."I wasn't saying that you were ... I know you're not just doing this to get laid," Trish snorted softly as she completed the thought. "Although, I bet you wouldn't mind having some pussy around." The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted."So ... I'll go home and talk to her. We'll see. I think she'll go for it."I just realized that Trish. I couldn’t reply. I was in shock from the suddenness with which this had all happened and the overwhelming sensations tearing through my body. It hurt, but mostly it was just the shock. He began to thrust, fucking me hard against the wall. I just surrendered, unable to get away, letting him fuck me.His breathing was heavy in my ear as he kept me pinned against the wall, filling me with his cock and then sliding nearly all the way out before burying it in me again. Slowly and without realizing. A week goes by after living in our new home, I’m home alone after just getting off work, and Mike won’t be off work for another four hours. The doorbell rings not long after I got out of the shower. I go to answer it lo and behold, it’s Jean. I invited her in… only to show her around, I swear, lol. And we then sat down and chatted for a while to catch up. No teasing this time… just a nice civil conversation between man and woman. She then began to tell me about her washing machine, saying that. Not often. But the idea of it keeps my pussy drooling even when I don't like what I'm doing. Actually, I think the things that I don't like turn me on at least as much as the things that I like. If you don't understand that there is no way to explain it."When we got back down to the pool, Blake was sitting naked at the table in the shade. We stepped out and I started to ask them if I could get them anything when Karen gasped and said, "Oh my god!"She was looking at Blake's cock. It was soft and.