We settled in well together, going to classes together sometimes, going out to eat together sometimes, cooking in sometimes; we were very, very compat...ble. But a little something tickled my brain sometimes when I saw Sherry looking at me with an odd look. Although, to be honest, I was also looking at Sharon with secret glances. I was still very naive. Finally, after a few weeks, we were sitting on the couch, and Sharon started asking me questions, a little personal. She wanted to know if I had. ”“Whichever you prefer is fine. It is easier -- or I guess more familiar to me -- to say Pete. But Pedro is your name.”“I answer to ‘Pete’ and it doesn’t bother me.”“Pete it is then,” I said just as Sara came back in and handed her dad a tube of sunscreen.“Do my back, Pete,” she commanded mischievously. He took the tube and dutifully rubbed the cream into Sara’s back and kept going as she leaned forward so he could rub it on her ass too. I watched and felt that horny bubble rise up, like lava,. Jim was not distracted from the pleasure ahead and picking up the cane told her to bend over her desk. Her pendulous breasts hung down until she flattened them across the desk. Jim stepped up behind her and his cock brushed along the top of her thighs and close to her slit. “Spread those legs wider.” She shuffled her feet further apart; Jim moved back until he could see her slit in all it’s glory and we could all see she was very excited, very swollen and very moist. She moaned aloud as. I open the door and usher you in. Resplendent in your green catsuit, hood and corset, you proffer glasses and pour the champagne. My wife sits in stunned silence, accepting the glass and looking in awe at the beautiful rubber creature standing in front of her. This is Rachel, I say, reading your name tag - a nice touch on your part. She is here to attend to our needs for the evening. I return my wife’s hand to her crotch. I know that she has always wanted to have another woman watch her as she.