„Ich würde sie jetzt gern ficken“, sagte Frank zu mir. Bevor ich mein „Tu Dir keinen Zwang an“, oder „Nimm sie Dir“ sagen konnte, juchzte...Martina schon zu ihm: “Au ja – komm … fick mich“! Dann sah ich, wie er seinen prächtigen Schwanz schmatzend an Martinas Fotze rieb. Ich drückte dann seine glänzende Eichel genau auf die offene Fotze. Als er mich ansah, nickte ich ihm nur zustimmend zu, woraufhin er seinen großen Penis komplett in meiner Frau versenkte. Er begann sie genüsslich zu ficken, was. Her 18 year old son let me in and yelled upstairs to his mother that I was there. She told me to have a seat in the family room and that she would be ready shortly. Not two minutes after her son left to seek out his own adventures, Kerri came down to the living room wearing a loose sweatshirt and sweat pants. My first thought was that she didn’t look dressed properly to eat anywhere nice. I was still a bit naïve. She marched over to me like a woman on a mission. She kissed me hard while she. Over a flower patterned table cloth was a white rose in a singlevase, a bottle of Dom Perignon, Vintage 1998, along with two champagne glasses,and, of all things, a jar of French made strawberry preserve. Sally elegantlystrode over and poured out two glasses of the champagne. She drank one, everso slowly as she watched Kathleen's breasts rise and fall as she gasped forbreath. When she finished, she brought the other glass over to Kathleen, grabbeda fistful of her hair and whip-lashed her head. Discuss?" I asked with a heavier breath than I wanted. Her breathing had gotten heavier too.She dropped her hands to her sides and her blouse opened to reveal her breasts encased in a silky red bra that matched the shirt. The shirt was sheer enough that I could see light though it. "Discuss?" she asked and shook her head slowly. "No."Women's breasts were always a fascination of mine, and Professor Belton's were no exception. It took me a minute to rip my eyes from her soft cleavage and meet her.