I kept circling it and every few minutes I’d return my had to my dripping cock and get my fingers all wet again.The pings of approval rang out, matc...ed by my vocal reciprocations. This was genuinely pleasant, and I craved to be able to cum already, but I could also see my total and while it was another record I knew I could get more.Biggie kept on offering encouragement, telling me to play with my nipples, allowing me to thrust my hips a little which not only caused those delicious sensations. "What if it was Marge?" she asked finally.I made my eyebrows go up. I was so proud of myself. "Marge wants me to screw her?" I asked.Claire's frown deepened. "You make it sound so dirty!" she said. I didn't find out until later that "screwing" was something dirty people did. Nice people 'made love' as far as Claire was concerned. They might 'fuck', but you could only call it that while you were actually doing it.Like I said, who understands the way girls think?I decided that Claire was too much. ' 'who knows?' i replied. I couldn't believe where this was going, i was going to some woman's house who i'd only just met and she was hinting that she was wanting to have sex with me or whatever lesbians do. Pulling into the drive i asked whether i should leave my stuff in the car, to which she said yeah, 'i'll drop you off home if you want later, but it is the weekend so you could stay over if things go well.' I wasn't sure whether or not to be freaked out by this or happy because let's be. For next few nights, the tempo was building up. Balu was getting bolder and staying there longer staring and enjoying the naked beauty of my sleeping wife. Next night I brought out my dildo to give Komal her weekly double fuck (first dildo then me). As I started, I teased her. “Wouldn’t it be better if you had a real lund instead of this plastic one”. Komal said, “where are you going to get it at this time of night?”. “Why not try our young watchman Balu?” I replied. I thought Komal may get.