It was afternoon and after a good meal I and my wife went home, later that nightShe was on top of me having sex. Her body was all sweaty as there was ...o power and thereby no A.C. Her hair was sticking to her face and she had her lips tightly compressed. You all married men might understand the situation of how you feel when having sex with your wife. Hmmmm, we breathed together. Now her nipple was in my mouth and I was sucking it like a baby. My wife was smiling and I pulled her to me for a. "It can, dad; believe me, it can." He looked up at her. "Did you have anything special in mind?" "My best friend, Jean Marks." "The saucy little redhead, the one who babysat your brother?" She smiled. "I see you noticed her." "What man could help noticing? She's a little doll, but too sexy for k**s to play with. You mean she'd get into an orgy with you and me, just like that?" Lorena said, "She's a real swinger. I think she lives for nothing but sex, which isn't a bad idea, at that. All I have. This is the shit I really like. The best head to me involves two mouths and no hands…lol. So one would have my dick in her mouth and the other would work on my balls. Sometimes they double teamed the dick like it was an oblong lolli-pop. Now we switched things up again. I sat on the floor with my back against the couch and Sasha straddled my face as I lay my head back on the couch cushion, T kept on giving me head. I enjoyed this cause I love to eat pussy and usually the first time I eat a. Marijuana was hard to come by in Utah's Mormon country, and I had been waiting for the right occasion to smoke the only joint I owned. Donna was delighted when I produced it from a pouch in my daypack, saying that it had been months since she had been high. After taking a particularly big toke, I leaned over and pulling her lips to my own, exhaled all of the still potent smoke deep down into her lungs. Donna thought this was wonderful and we proceeded to do this back and forth several times.