I thank my father and his stash of Penthouse magazines for being able to do certain things. The one trick I learned was to trace the alphabet with my ...ongue on her clit. This way it wasn't the same simple motion and she wouldn't get "used to it". She came by the letter F on the second way through. She asked me for a rest and reached for my dick.My cock was at its full length and throbbing. She had small hands and in them my cock looked gigantic. She pulled on it in an inexperienced way, but it. We sit heavily on the couch and get into our normal movie-watching position with my legs over his and me semi laying down. He starts the movie and hands me my glass from the side table.About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rings making us jump a bit since we are on edge from the movie.“I got it don’t worry,” I say while struggling to get up from being so comfortable.Leo pushes me up by my ass saying, “Hurry up and get the damn food, Lea, I’m starving.”“You know I can eat your fortune cookie. She moved in again, this time kissing my cheek then gazed into my eyes. We lost ourselves in each other’s eyes, abandoning all our inhibitions. Her face apprehensively approached me. Our eyes closed while my heart raced as her lips pressed against mine. We held our kiss, allowing it linger on longer and longer, until I felt my mom slip her tongue through. Her tongue flickered against the tip of mine, teasing it toward hers. We passionately began to make out as I rubbed my hands down her back. The wives each selected one of the visitors and no objections were made when they each sat alongside their target on their loungers. In unison they leaned over their selected companion and in their own way set about unbuckling belts and pulling down zippers. There was much laughing at the bold moves but to the continued background hum being emitted by the phones there was no resistance either.The Mayor made the first move and took advantage of the black tits that were swaying in front of his.