She leaned into my ear and whispered, “I love you Sandy.” She reached out for the front of my bra and slipped it off of me and she returned the fa...or to my breasts. I felt alive as she treated them softly and then roughly. My nipples felt like they were going to explode as they became stiff. I led her to the bed and laid her cross ways so I could remove her panties and put my face between her legs. She spread her legs wide open and I went down on her pussy. She moaned as my tongue played with. “I have fed, but I need more in a couple of hours. Be ready.”She went to the bedroom and closed the door. Pete lay on his back feeling light headed. His nuts hurt a little and his anus was slowly adjusting to its normal size. He lifted his head and felt for his balls. The testicles were there but the skin that held them felt much bigger than usual. His cock was limp and he pulled at it a little.Everything seemed normal considering what he had just been through. He got up on weak legs and went. His fingers reached the top of my leg, passed over my sex, landed just above my pubic bone, massaged the muscles there. My clit, wet and throbbing, swirled in its hood. Juice dripped from me. I wanted those fingers between my legs.I should say: "Sorry son, we need to end the massage."And if he asked me why, I would just tell him the truth: "There's nothing wrong dear, in fact it's wonderful, beyond wonderful. That's the problem. You turn me on, your hands turn me on. Your stepmom's a pervert,. I think your friend wants to see me naked, and tonight, what he says, goes.”Matt eased down the zipper at the back of his wife’s dress and she very slowly let it slide off her shoulders and down her body. She could feel the weight of Chris’s stare at every inch of exposed skin, until her knickers came into view, and then his stare remained fixed on the thin lace covering her pussy as the dress fell to the floor.“Matt,” Chris said after a few moments. “Perhaps you could do something for me. Your.