He’s into wife-sharing, wife-watching, hotwife stuff, voyeur stuff, you know. Oh, I toss him a little strange now and then when it amuses me, but it...��s mostly about him sharing me ... and being very happy to do so!“You’ve always wanted to bed a couple ... I gave you a couple, papi. Reggie and me. I’m sorry that I didn’t ... show you the anklet ... or my tattoos, one of which was your name, another was his. Yours was a tramp stamp, marking me as your property for life. I kept it, didn’t get rid. I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. I let my tongue swirl around hit and I could him moaning. I began taking him into my mouth. I finally felt him hit the back of my throat. I still had at least another 5 inches left. He moved his hand to the back of my head and began applying pressure. He kept pushing and I kept taking him in until finally my chin was resting against his balls. He was moaning in pleasure. I ran my tongue up and his shaft. Oh! SHIT! He exclaimed and I felt a gush in my. Time seemed to stand still, or speed up; whatever it was, seconds later they were coming out again. And there they were, holding hands and he walked her home and she gave him a peck on the cheek. Just the lightest of kisses, but it was enough.“I don’t remember this” said the watching, older George. “Why not”“It didn’t happen, you never rang her, remember? But lets jump forward and see what’s happening”They walked to his old house, and he shed a tear, inside was his mother and father, just like. "Ha!'Mummy's Little Nappy Wetter,' eh?" All the girls laughed and my cheeksgrew hot again."We've already ordered coffee, Allie," the skinny redhead chimed in. Herhair was the colour of burnished copper, her pretty face slender andpale. Her big brown eyes moved from my face to Alison's. "Do you wantanything to drink? You better order right away." I've already had my morning coffee thanks Kitty," Alison replied. "But Iwouldn't mind a coke."The buxom brunette jumped to her feet, her tight curls.