.no, better yet, why don't you ask Jerry if you can visit us while we're with him this weekend? I'm sure it would be fine, since you two hit it off so...well." Again, what could I say? And, so, the deal was done, and the two covered me with kisses and playful fondling, wife and sister in law alike, teaming up to stroke my cock as each took turns giving me a much wanted blow job.I didn't wait for them as they both piled into the shower together, and I left to go back to the guests. I dressed with. “What could be better?” Julie asked, as her tongue lapped on Natasha’s clitoris. Conversation stalled as the two lovers became more physical in their affection. The only words expressed were short and generally fairly descriptive as their bodies entwined, while their fingers, tongues and vaginas battled together. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Natasha gasped. Julie’s cries were more guttural and more often than not muffled by her lover’s vulva. At last, but not for the first time that evening, Natasha. It took a while to get beyond the angst and anguish. How could I abandon all that I had been? I came to realize I hadn't. Intellectually, I was still the same person, doing much the same routine. The packaging was different. The perceptions, both internal and external, were different. The emotions also were different; in part, due to the hormones. Over time, my perception on a whole was one of gain, not loss. Remember that hot fudge sundae? What if you could eat from it every day, never lose. "Katie, this is just amazing," Allison cooed softly, as my hands trailed lower over her body, caressing over her tummy. "Shhh. Just enjoy," I replied. I wanted to reach lower to caress and soap Allison's entire body, but I was struggling to reach. I shuffled up the bath a little and moved to a sitting position. Allison lifted herself too, sitting upright between my legs. Sensing what I wanted to do, she hooked each of her ankles outside my own legs, spreading herself in the bath with her knees.