It started with our lips fondling, moving under the others kiss, and then opening slowly, expectantly. His tongue appeared as he moved his head from s...de to side slowly. Mine engaged his and I began to explore the wet, rough surface of his tongue. I sucked on the tip and felt his body jerk slightly and then his hands return to my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands inside to cup my bra."Mmmm, pretty," he muttered against my lips. Your underwear is always so pretty! I love. She is very accomodating to my desires.”“Would she become a wife to you, if you asked?”Gomoro frowned, but was quick to reply. “Yes, she would, but she knows my feelings on the matter.”“Does the same apply to the other widows that you entertain?”“Probably. They enjoy our encounters and would probably be amenable if I asked.”“But you don’t ask. So it all comes down to your fear of losing a wife to death by childbirth?”“It may sound trivial to you, Chief, but for me, it is like me killing a woman. I had one lesbian experience in college. It was meh. I’ve never felt the urge to try again.”Kimi and I put Betty between us. We put our arms around her waist as we walked to her room.Kimi explained, “Betty, there’s something we tell the guys when they try to please us. It’s ‘listen to us’. We know what works for us and are happy to direct guys toward pleasing us. When it comes to physical pleasure men are easy. We ladies are more complicated. I have my special spot right here. Z’s is a little. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather embarrassingly said I couldn't say. Which just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here's my chance I spurted it out. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing.