Following the shower, and are-application of my make-up, Marilyn motioned me to her chair where apair of blue stockings hung, "Put those on, you wont...need a garter,they hold themselves up with elastic". The stockings were of a paleblue, and contrasted nicely with the pink bow still tied around my cock.Marilyn pulled out several outfits, but settled on a short dress andlaid it out on the bed. She next began to rummage through her shoes,trying to find a matching pair to fit my smaller than. We'll head down to the house. Walk with me and tell me what you know of this Mentes."Mentes was a chieftain of the Taphians, a land of warlike men, pirates and slavers. He had been a bosom friend of both the late Odysseus and his father, a partner on many raids. I looked at my necklace. Had it been taken on such a raid? Had it been pulled from the neck of a grieving wife, crying for her dying son, soon to be taken as a slave, soon to be raped?I entered the room and greeted my husband, bowing my. I lowered my head and ever so slowly licked her up and down her slit. I spread her outer lips open with my hand and breathed in heavy her sent. I stuck my tongue out again to capture her juices as they poured from her hole. She shuddered every time I licked her pussy. When I stuck my tongue into her sopping wet hole her moan became inaudible. I could feel the tightness she was holding on my tongue, the pressure was incredible. Moving in and out of her with my tongue I rubbed her clit with my. " I kept on watching them, they were talking.. A few times I saw her sister looking at me..... I was wondering what they were talking about.. My wife was having a good time, she loves to dance. I walked up to the kitchen to get myself another drink. Only a few moments later she entered the kitchen... "I told my sister I could feel your boner when we had a dance.... " Now I know why her sister looked at me sometimes... "I'll ask my sister to have a dance with you.... she had a few drinks, she.