She wore a t-shirt with some sort of graphic design of an African mask on it that accentuated her rather large breasts and a long denim skirt that rea...hed the floor. Her Timberland boots were so small they looked like a child’s size. She wore an arm-full of wooden bracelets on her right arm and an arm-full of copper bangles on her left arm that made noise every time she punctuated her sentences with arm movements. One thing for sure, she was far more attractive in person than she was in her. ” “Well invite them to the party,” the woman called back. The man looked down at us, his eyes falling on the wet patch on my wife’s panties and my stiff cock. He looked at me and smiled. “You don’t want to waste that do you,” he said pointing to my cock, “and it looks like your lady is ready for a good fuck, judging by the state of her.” I looked at my wife, not knowing exactly what to do. We had involved a third person in our relationship several times before, but they had always been other. Apparently, there was a fluffy robe readily available for him, too. He was about to move back into the main room when Aron planted a towel on his head and began rubbing it vigorously.“Hey,” he protested from under the towel.“I don’t want you to catch a cold,” Aron explained. “Your hair got wet a little.”“I can do it,” Carter said.“Sure, but am I going to let you?” Aron joked.So he had to endure this or something. When Aron pulled down the towel, Carter looked up. There it was again. That look.. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered. Just then a door swung open and in walked that asshole Professor Brownstone! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie's lips but keeping my cock lodged deep inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the papers around on the dais and pointed at some random words as if explaining something to the girl. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and.