Trying to remember which items of clothing went where was a real effort, and so she'd had plenty of time to think. A small part of that time was spent...on the idea of a tattoo with a "how to dress" diagram ("Everyone should have one!)" but most of her slow pondering was dedicated to Kent's final piece of advice, the suggestion he'd whispered in her ear while he was using her hair to wipe his cock clean, after cumming inside her ass for the third time.It had been a fairly simple suggestion, but. It was the unmistakable, rhythmic slapping of flesh-on-flesh, and I could hear my wife moaning her usual chant of ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ She was getting fucked, and fucked good. I hurriedly pulled off my shoes and crept up the carpeted stairs. My cock was already starting to swell at the thought of what I was going to see, and I was hoping I hadn’t missed much. I got about halfway down the upstairs hallway before I could see anything. My wife was pinned up against the bedroom wall, and some Hispanic. Dance at Joyce and Lisa’s house. Watch sports at Barb and Donnie’s house. Play games at Richard’s house. Whatever you each bring to the others, do that and depend on one another. You’re young ... Well, we all are. You might discover a different carbon element among you. Or you might attract one to your pod.”“Like Luke,” Lisa ventured, calling out Cindy’s younger brother.“I like him,” Joyce said. “Will you share?”“We’re talking about the pod,” Lisa said. “Of course I’ll share.”A few others were. You have a wonderful pair of tits!" I told her, with enthusiasm in my voice.I leaned over, and softly planted gently kisses from the edges of my lips across her neck. I worked my way down, towards the mountains that awaited me. Kissing over her upper chest, circling around the breast with my lips and rising towards the top. My tongue protruded, as I rolled it across the tip of her breast. It caressed her soft bosom and rolled over her hardened nipple which I felt scrape over my tongue. I did it.