Emma responded immediately. She heaved a huge sigh and straightened up. I watched as she hurried down the stairs before Brent could zap her again.Back...at her seat, Emma grabbed my wrist and turned the phone to face her.“I hope you had fun today because it is going to cost that pretty butt of yours, sweetie-pie,” Emma said, a gleam in her eye.“I did and it was worth it,” Brent said. He was grinning ear-to-ear though Emma couldn’t see it.“Hey,” I said to Emma, “What did you whisper to the. I sat in the back between the two wives, holding hands with them and talking to all of them.Julie would run her hand under my kilt and stroke me once in a while with her husband watching and smiling, and asking me things like what kind of Scotch did I drink. Like his wife wasn't playing with my cock and kind of wrestling with Sherry over who had the right to jerk me off.I wear a kilt all the time so this was easy for them to do, and they actually argued about it jokingly and laughed a lot. They. Me: Freely?Mom: One who gets turned on by my dirty side. One who joins my mischief or surprises me with his. None of these qualities is in your dad! We argued last night, so I don’t think that he’ll be fucking me anytime sooner.Me: Was it about Swati?Mom: Hmm… I was stroking your dad’s cock last night wearing my new lingerie. He was beginning to get in the mood when that bitch sent him a message. Ahh… Immediately, he pushed me aside and began to chat with her.I was sure they would be sexting. I kind ofliked it. I could tell that Debbie was enjoying my ministrations upon herpussy as she continued pushing her wet hole tightly upon my face, rubbingher clit against my nose and, apparently, beginning to have another orgasm. "Mmmm. Yes," she sighed. "That feels soooo nice sweetie. Suck my pussyclean. Lick me deep inside my pussy. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried urgently.I could tell that she'd just had another orgasm to add to the pungent flowof my sperm. I could feel gooey jizz dripping.