I washed my hands and sat down in my usual place."How was your visit with your girlfriend?" You shouldn't call her that." Why the hell not?" Nothing i... official yet." OK, how was your visit with Kirsten?" She was her usual charming self, although her and her mother did torment me a bit." How's this?" Mom had keen interest in tormenting me.I encouraged the Ursus section of my brain to take over my tongue. He didn't go overboard and make me sound too much more sophisticated than my normal. She then slowly raised up and I could see his wet shaft stretching wide her soft pink pussy lips. My sensual wife sat back down on him and I noticed that the sudden motion caused another orgasm in her; since her beautiful body shuddered and her knees came together for a few seconds.Anita rode him for a long while, rocking up and down onto his hard cock, as she looked at me in the eyes and smiled with an evil grin.After she came another couple of times, she stood up and let this hard cock slip. Debbie tried but she sucked too hard on my already worn tip from masturbating so much that it felt painful. I pulled her up and removed her last piece of clothing off...her panties and pushed her on the bed. I dove in between her legs a buried my face into her wetness. Soon she gushed to my surprise and her exciting squealing was infectious. I really got into it and spent a considerable amount of time down there. I assumed she had had two orgasms before I moved up on top of her. Debbie kissed. We ended up at a small bar near herapartment that neither of us had ever been in before. we sipped our drinksand caught up on each others lives. Neither of us paid much attention to thesurroundings until the pianist started playing. He was very attractive andplayed extremely well. He ran through lots of songs from the 60’s and 70’sand then people started to sing and make requests. Between Cunga-Lunga and I weknew practically every song he started after just the first couple of.