We started rotating wives to sleep with too. We talked about anything and everything. I found out their likes and their disliked, their deepest fears,...and their wildest dreams.When our daughters turn thirteen years old my wife wants us to bring them up to the cabin and teach each of them the art of making love to a man and to a woman. She wants all of us to be there to teach them. Her sisters wanted the same thing for their daughters too.We planned on taking each other’s children one night a. She reached out and grasped it, bending over a little bit. My eyes settled on her breasts, which didn't move an inch, or hang down more or anything like that. They had to be rock hard. They weren't as big as Large Marge's, but they were bigger than I had thought they'd be. Her hair, on the other hand, flowed all over the place. It was heavy black hair, straight as an arrow and it shone in the light from my reading lamp with that bluish glint that only truly black hair gives off.Then my eyes. Er musste ebenso glatt gelingen wie die Überzeugung der Mittermaiers bezüglich Tina. Schön, Jürgen war erst zwanzig, aber das sollte sie nicht von ihrem Plan abhalten. Prominente gaben ja dafür oftmals das beste Beispiel, oder sollte man sagen, ein schlechtes Beispiel?Abwarten, mal erst hören, was Jürgen dazu sagen würde. Mit schon steifem Schwanz in der Hose klingelte Jürgen bei Sabine an der Haustür. Sabine lugte durch den Türspion und öffnete ihm die Tür, nachdem sie sich überzeugt hatte,. As soon as the salads were placed on the table, her hands began to wander under the edge of the tablecloth. He was deeply engaged in conversation with the midwest sales manager Steve, studiously ignoring her. Her nails slide over his pants, pressing hard enough that his words wavered for an instant, but he didn’t break his stride.Working gently across his belt she casually glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention. Luckily, they were both behind a table with their backs to the wall.