I reacted instantaneously, bringing up my legs and grasping at my pants – my face exploding in a red blast of heat as I rolled backwards and away. I...slipped and fell, pulling desperately at my pants. ‘Baz! … Baz!’ she had called to me, pleading. ‘Please!’ She had sounded almost hurt. I wasn’t listening. My mind had been screaming at me in the most utter and total violation and embarrassment I could possibly ever feel. My hard penis had been flapping around as I had tried desperately to yank up. "Put the ear piece on and start fooling around," Susan said. "I get it, this is going to be some stupid phone sex gag. We start fucking and hit the button, then there is some woman on the other end talking dirty to us."Made since to me, and I felt myself getting hard. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment. I took a long, hot, shower, scrubbing myself clean from head to toe, pussy to ass. I then dried, and perfumed myself top to bottom, and slipped into my sexy nightie and thong. I'd ordered take out from a place we both loved, and was hopefully expecting it before he got home.Hearing a car pulling into the driveway, I looked out. it was the take out delivery guy. He was young looking, and sexy, so I didn't bother to cover up. When I answered the door dressed or rather undressed as I was, you. ”“Thank you, sir.” I shook the offered hand and we laughed about our wives, as only husbands can.“Welcome to the family, son.” Gwen hugged me. “Now you better scoot or you are going to be late for work.I quickly got our bags from the bedroom, while Blossom stripped the sheets with the large wet spot off the bed and put them in the hamper in the hall. She met me at the front door, where we repeated the last actions in the kitchen, only this time Gwen gave me a kiss on the cheek.I loaded our.