She held my head and pulled me up and said, “Hey, mister, not so fast, we have got the whole night.”“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever...seen”“Oh, I am flattered, but let’s get something to eat first”I showed her to the dining room, poured two glasses of beer and sat across to her. It was really a girlfriend like an experience and it didn’t feel like even for a moment that she is a hooker. We were drinking looking deep into each other’s eyes, I could smell her fragrance and was. I knew that if I didn't my scream would wake up my husband and we would be caught. I let loose as Bart slammed in and out. We came at the same time.I felt his cock throbbing and flexing in my ass, I squeezed my ass hard to clamp hold of his cock. Wanting him to know how much I loved it. When we finely finished my head was spinning as if I were dizzy. I felt him pull back and I heard the plop as his cock came out. He stepped back and I stood up letting the back of my robe drop. I turned around. As she stand over us we quickly pulled up our pants, waiting for what was to come next, then she spoke ‘I can’t believe what I just seen, you 2 boys with your weenies in each other’s mouth’, ‘what am I going to tell your mother’ we sheepishly tried to say something, but nothing came out. Then she said ‘are you boys gay’ we both replied no… ‘then why are you doing this’, Frankie said because we didn’t have any girlfriends, and I agreed saying all of the girls we knew were ‘good’ and wouldn’t. I start kissing down her neck, bury my face in her cleavage and take a deep breath of her sweet perfume. She smells of flowers. My hands explore her between her legs. Her shorts are warm and damp. She lets out a soft moan as I massage her crotch. She quickly takes off her tank top and she’s wearing a pink laced bra. I’m kissing her breasts still rubbing through her shorts which is steadily getting damper. I don’t recall when my clothes came off but somehow I’m only in my tshirt and boxers. We.