As I explained before, this was nothing but taking advantage of the fact and convenience of doing naughty things together. Janine was three years olde... than I so she sort of took charge after Aunt Kelly left. Let me just say that we were sharing each other's genitals in every way possible, and knew that secrecy was the key to continued pleasure.Neither Janine nor I considered what we were doing as more than a way to have the most desirable fun we had ever discovered. We knew it was naughty, but. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the door at the people walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the girl masturbating. "Yes! Yes," she gasped. "Yes I moan like a whore. It feels so good!" I opened my stance at my knees and began to lick her puckered hole exclusively. As I did, I felt the soft flesh of her toes begin to dance and tickle my balls. I reached up under her stomach and took her hand. I sucked two of her fingers and placed them at the entrance to her hole. I kissed down her thighs to the soft soles of those sexy feet. I kissed, and licked, and caressed each one in turn while she finger fucked herself.. I walked over to them and got to smell both pair. My wife was right Josie did smell good. Meanwhile Bob was still on the ground and was now looking up my wifes skirt. She looked down at his smiling face and called him a pervert but she didnt move. In fact she straddled his head so that he could a better view. Josie kissed me on my lips and told me to lie down so I did. Then Josie walked over my head so that I could look up her skirt. With out any warning Josie sat down on my face. As I was.