Then the bucket hit something with an audible clunk.Lagniappe. Buried treasure. All we lacked was a big ‘X’ to mark the spot. The strongbox was ir...n, encased in a thick coating of rust and dirt, but we managed to get it open. Gold. A little something extra to go with this little country hilltop.By the time I got back from town with a stack of plastic tubs, Jay had the coins washed and stacked. We spent the evening cataloging them. Jay knows a little bit about how these things are valued. All I. But, now that I was considering infidelity in a different light. Consensual infidelity--the thought of sharing myself physically, not emotionally, with another woman. The thought of experiencing the touch, smelling the hair, enjoying the reactions, of a totally different sexual partner. And, having that sexual partner be my wife’s sister.My cock was now hard and streaming pre-cum.I found the thought of my wife’s sister willingly, eagerly accepting my sperm deep within her vaginal walls to be a. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy’s head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt. Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. . Slowly with my tongue I circled her belly button sticking my tongue in every now and then and started to make my way down to her pussy. The aroma from her pussy was sweet and such a turn on. All I wanted to do was stick my cock in there and fuck the living daylights out of her.But no. This was her first time and I wanted her to enjoy it. I munched softly on her clit nibbling it ever so slightly when she all of a sudden grabbed my head and shoved it into her crotch. My tongue sticking out I.