.. ahhh,” I tweaked her other nipple with my fingers.“I want you to be so turned on...you leave all rational filters behind,” I whispered, movin... my mouth to her other nipple, my fingers pulling on the one my mouth just left, slipping and sliding with the wetness my tongue had left.“Ohhh. I...I enjoyed being on display for you two... Mmmm. I was wondering what it would... geez... what it would be like to play with two... mmmm... hard cocks,” she gasped, I could tell she was hesitant, but also. ”“I hate that word.”“I know ... but you are and Cyn’s not.” “Okay ... squeeze the watch ... here and here ... yeah ... like that. Now it’s a map ... see? Turn the bezel to the right and the map gets closer ... to the left and the map gets farther away. Okay?”“Yeah ... neat.”“You want Ludington. Right?” “Say it”“Ludington.” I said. “Ooo yeah. Oh look ... there’s the Basilisk.”And it was ... the Basilisk ... tied up at the end of the long dock at the City Marina.“The Basilisk doesn’t matter right. Having my proficiency in having wet dreams though, sleeping in class was always a risk. It never happened to me my first two years of highschool, and never in my last, but one time, during that third year, it happened...I was sitting in spanish class, and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer so i put my head down on the desk and fell asleep. I still remember the dream to this day, a busty redhead with freckles from head to toe was sucking my cock and like deepthroating the shit out of it. I. “Oh my God!” Joy shot back, “He’d probably freak out, he is so conservative.”Angie chuckled and replied, “I don’t think he is as conservative as you’d probably think.”Angie motioned for me to get closer. I reached out and placed my hand on to my wife’s uncovered ass and began to deeply massage it.“Oh, my goodness,” Joy replied, “You are so good!”Angie shifted on the bed and I took her place, pushing my bare knee up against my wife’s very damp and moist pussy, straddling her backside. I slipped.