I guess thats where it started. When I first started exploring what I then thought of as my bad desires I thought it started the night I saw my father... cock. I realize now I started having these desires about a month earlier after the incident at the party. It was a cold February weekend, Id driven into the city to stay with some of my girlfriends from school for the weekend. There was a big frat party, which of course none of our parents knew anything about. Id already been to a few of these. My wife was never a great cocksucker, but I always fully appreciated her efforts.I was leery of opening my eyes but finally managed and saw the lovely little Wendy down sucking my cock.She looked up and said, “I only got a small taste of cum from Walter and wondered what a full load would be like.”With that she was back down on my rock-hard boner sucking me. I had to caution the inexperienced lass to watch her teeth. She had no trouble taking my modest five-inch cock in her mouth, as it did not. I saw his shaft, hard, thick and throbbing as she laid with her legs spread waiting for him. He nervously knelt down and checked back at me once to see if I was going to try and stop him. He saw me frozen in place as he leaned forward while my wife lifted her arms to greet him. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion as he climbed on top of her carefully of course. She touched his shoulders with her small fragile hands as he guided his engorged shaft to her pussy. And then within. She wondered why she had not owned any of these items. Thedress was next and the tone had to be ivory but would a skirt and blouseby more appropriate? She found a softly pleated pencil skirt of mutedpale pink and a white sheer blouse with a scoop neck and buttons. Nowwhere would Julie set the chemise or her slips? In the lower drawer Juliehad several, but the La Perla was perfect.Barb had a pair of ivory heels with a bit of black trim. She tried themwith her outfit and decided they would do,.