Carol’s fingers dug in deeply into Carol’s ass cheeks while Carol encircled her neck, locking their mouths together while tongues explored each ot...er.At a mutually agreed, but silent signal, they fell onto the bed, still clasping each other, still kissing. Carol’s hand, the one not supporting Denise’s head, had managed to find her breast and then her nipple. She squeezed it between thumb and finger, rolling the hard little nub, pulling slightly, arousing it to harden further. Denise sought. I want you to embrace it."Then he saw what she had brought out the drawer. It was an expensive looking dildo. One of the artistic glass ones. That was not what he expected to see.She laid the dildo on the coffee table behind her. "We'll get to that later."She reached over to his bulging cock and through his jeans rubbed firmly. Tim moaned. She rubbed harder until it couldnt have gotten any bigger. She unzipped his jeams and pulled his cock out. Tim gasped. Gently, she lowered her mouth down. I was floating up through the murk and mud. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t cold. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life. But, the sites of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems . . . a little sexy and naughty.” I felt my cock get hard as I heard my wife say this. “Do you want to give this a try?” I asked. “I think so but I want to think about it a little more. This is all so different I want to make sure I know what I like.” I smiled and nodded, wondering what was in store. A few days later, I got a text from Heather in the afternoon on a Thursday. “Come home when you can and let me know when you’re.