My wife laid back down on the table and motioned to me that it was her turn. As I lowered my head down to her pussy, I reached under the changing tabl... and grabbed a bottle and held it up to my wife’s mouth. As she began to suck on the bottle she began to moan from the pleasure she was receiving in combination with the warm milk. I picked up Samantha from the floor and placed her next to my wife. As they began to share the bottle I switched back and forth between eating their pussies. Now these. She started bouncing up and down as my wife started licking her hard nipples. She stopped bouncing and just started using her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock . Her juices were dribbling onto my balls and it was getting very messy down there. After a few minutes Sam said “take me from behind please. I want to feel your balls slapping against me” . She slipped of me and lay face down on the bed with her arse in the air. Before I could get into position my wife took me into her mouth and. I kiss the insides of her thighs. I kiss her furry mound. I love the smell of her juices and the feel of her cunt hair against my lips, the hair that proclaims she’s a woman ripe for sex! Her breasts swing above me with the rhythm of her stroking hand. I slide my hands up her sides, past her slim waist and cup her breasts in my hands. She purrs as I fondle their smooth softness. I’m rising! The pleasure begins to swell in my penis, flowing out through my hips and filling my whole body! I tense. I could not make my mind up if her teasing was just that, or contained a kernel of truth. I had a problem, probably I was fantasising, but the idea that Ann could possibly view me as a prospective man in her life kept running around in my head. I dismissed it every time the thought came to me, as nonsense, but it kept recurring. That last remark; no, not the one about a hard-on; but when she gave me her telephone number. "There's my number, call me!" There was an imperative in her voice when.