I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this about the g/f, she has a very pronounced clit when it’s excited, it’s so chewable, suckable, lickable and ...ovable.I like to play with it with my finger, gently twisting circles around it, then flattening my tongue and pushing backwards and forwards over it, time and time again (but god – does it make your tongue ache).I also had to be careful because – quite selfishly, the more I played with her pussy lips and clit, the less she could concentrate on me and I. You look over your shoulder at me and say “That will stay there until you replace it”. Dinner is both a pleasure and torture. We eat at a local bistro and enjoy steak and shrimp for me and lobster tails for you. All the while we are playing with each other under the table. You squeeze the hardness of my dick as I tweak a nipple. We are in a corner booth with high walls so no one can see us. Taking advantage of this you slide underneath the table and surprise me with your wet. Lynne held me back a bit. “Are you alright with me fucking Dan” she asked.I brushed my hand over her arse, “I want to see you fuck him hard Babe. Now let’s get up there before they fuck each other.”When we got to the bedroom Chloe and Dan were kissing furiously on the bed, so Lynne and I jumped on the bed and did the same, the pure sensual energy my wife put into kissing me was out of this world. The anticipation of having another mans cock inside her, and me being okay with it, seemed to have. She figured that was a better place to start than the ... sensitive bits.Feigning more confidence than she felt, Emma pulled up a tuft of pubic hair and ran the razor across it. It did its job admirably and a huge pile came off in her fingers. She tossed it onto the towel then glanced up at Brent. Brent was smiling down at her, fully trusting in her skills. That made one of them.Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that possible? Emma felt the urge to shudder but.