She muttered, “That’s you, all right ... and Scarlett Johansson. Which one is Cricket?”“She’s next to Scarlett.”“Who are the other women...”“My wives. They all got together to buy the bike for me. I love them dearly.”The blonde passed the phone back and laughed. “You are so full of shit and I didn’t know they piled it to your height. You must be a great poker player, because you said all that with a straight face.”He laughed and said, “What could I do to convince you I’m telling the truth.”“What. Somewhere I had read that some women liked their clits to be nibbled at gently, but I had never tried it for fear of hurting them. For Olivia, though, I decided to try it, and nibbled a bit at her clit with my teeth, being as careful as I could not to bite too hard.That seemed to do it for her, as she began to buck upwards wildly, and I had to back off a bit for fear of hurting her. She began to cum, and I pushed her back down and buried my face on her pussy, now relying only on my tongue to. Finally, I hit upon the best thing I could do. They wanted to see my pussy? They could – and I would give them the best view possible. Better than that, I would show them what an aroused and engorged pussy looked like. A couple of years ago some friends had bought a group of us embarrassing gifts from a sex shop they had been dared to go into. They had a vibrator for one girl, of course, crotchless panties for another and ben-wah balls for me. I had tried them once and quite enjoyed the feel of. I stopped the bike near a petty shop and lit a cigarette and I bought her some potato chips and a coffee. She was feeling very cold and me too. After we finished we left from there… Tara was getting hornier and hornier, she started to hug me from behind and hold me tightly. I could clearly feel her nipples. She was rubbing her nipples to my back. My dick had no control in it, it was 7inch long. I tried to control myself. Mean while my jacket’s buttons came off. She tried to button it, her boos.