“Naw, if I’m going to shag you I’ll do it in my time.”“Never mind,” I said.“What do you mean?” she said. “That little runt is so hor...y for me I’m going to lead him up a path he can’t get back from.”It took another couple of weeks before she came in and told me he would do it provided I sat in a chair and let him get on with it.“Not keen,” I said. “Either I fuck you too, or better still I get to fuck him.”“Don’t worry, I have a plan,” she said.On the Friday night in question she told me the plan. He had become incredibly aroused watching his wife go down on the beautiful teenager, and they both waited to see what Trea’s next decision would be. As she lay there, naked, spread-wide beneath the canopy of the summer night, that very thought was going through her own mind. She had spent so many fantasies of being intimate with another girl, and now half of them had come true. She wanted nothing more than to bury her tongue into Melanie’s soft, wet pussy, as the beautiful older woman had just. Not having set the alarm made her wakeup an hour late. She rushed out of bed and got dressed. After that she took a quick breakfast and tried to grab the car keys from the table, but it wasn't there.She was absolutely positive she put the keys on the kitchen table, so where could it have gone? She searched the house to find the key hanging on little nail beside the mirror in the hall. She took the car and went to work. The incident with the key kept her attention. How could that key go from the. She squeezed my erection playfully. “He’s right there,” she said, indicating several picnic tables on a little knoll across the lot from us. A guy was sitting at one of the tables but I couldn’t tell if he was black or white or young or old. There were trees near the tables up there and the whole area was bathed in shadows. He stood up when she got out of the car. “Are you coming?” she asked.“Not yet, baby,” I joked, squeezing my dick suggestively, “but I will be in a minute.”“Very funny,” she.