She backed me around into the hallway, as she had done before and pressed me against the wall. Our kiss was long and sensual. I felt her reach down an... feel my crotch. A big smile grew across her face when she felt the massive hard on that had grown in my pants as she rubbed my cock. ‘Oh, Michael, I really do like how you clean up,’ she moaned into my mouth as her hand continued to caress me through my pants. My head was pressed against the wall and I lifted my neck in an open invitation. It. I was still dressed, and I began to pull my own clothing off, so that I could have some fun, too. Jeana stopped me, however, and said, “The girls all said you were incredible at eating pussy, and boy were they right!”“Well, if I die tonight, you and your friends can all chip in and have that chiseled on my tombstone. Good Lord! What else do you girls talk about?” Jesus Christ! Those girls chattered like magpies about shit that if they caught a bunch of guys talking about would get the guys. Stories of wives that loved humiliating their husbands and fucked men in front of them became my mainstay. I found that the more humiliated the man was the more excited I became. Over time I discovered cream pies and all I could do was dream about Debbie sitting on my face, her freshly fucked pussy dripping cum and her laughing at me as she ground her well used pussy on my face telling me to make sure I got it all. Even stories where the man was forced to suck the cock of her lover to get him. I told Cheryl I had some errands to run and to wait for the shower to turn on before heading into the bedroom. Instead of leaving the house like Cheryl thought, I slipped into the closet and shut the door. I had a good view of the bed through the louvers on the door. I watched Cheryl enter the room and sit down on the bed and wait for Liz to come out. I could see her anticipation flowing through her shifting body as she waited. My cock was already hard and twitching at the thought. My cock.