'Now say, I want you to see my hairy wet cunt hole', she repeated immediately. 'I want you to finger my wet cunt, lick my wet cunt and fuck my wet cun... forever John.' As she said this I picked her up and stood her on the table. Pulling down her shirt I gradually peeled her big pants down, the gusset sticking slightly due to the soaking it had had from her juices. As I removed them I sniffed and sucked hard on them. 'We will do this in public I think Julie, you will remove your wet pants and I. . As I got dressed, my wife did take notice that I was looking particularly groomed and was a little more dressed up than usual. It was nothing fancy, just a clean pressed pair of shorts and a long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves. She noticed that I seemed to be taking just a little more time adjusting and aligning hems and buttons and fussing with my look in the mirror. However, whatever thoughts came to her head were quickly gone as the business of her trip took priority and we began to. Katie was a captive - but eager - audience. Mind you, I wouldn't have been so eager to show off if I knew that I was disturbing her. But Katie had grown accustomed to my lounging around the house in next to nothing. She had also been treated to some major flashes. So what she saw in the hotel was just a charged up extension of what was going on around the house, but in closer quarters. And Katie made it all too clear that she was a very eager audience.Of course I packed my laptop and took it. ”Steve, “Can’t imagine why we didn’t think of it before.”My head was going back and forth between them and I was trying to imagine a long conversation like this. Jenna inserted herself. “Okay …” she looked at them and they seemed chastened. “We’ve talked about this …” She turned to me, shaking her head but smiling. “What we’re so excited about, Annie … it was growing pains. The idea was picked up by these two, what you said and the feelings you were having. You were ‘growing’, but not like when.