" he trails off into a low, quiet moan as your teasing strokes coax him over the edge. He hears your quiet, exulting laugh as he erupts for you, spurt...after spurt of hot, viscuous seed painting your lovely red silks, little lights popping in his head as he cums and cums for you. You continue to coax, to stroke... more... more... until he is spent and he sags slightly against the cushions. Your lips brush across his cheek as you draw the silk up his length, folding the material carefully,. I smiled and told him what a great dancer my wife was and how people used to give us money at the clubs because of how good she is. He said, "I really wish I could see that." I looked at my wife and saw excitement in her eyes and then saw the lust in Richard face. I asked my wife if she would like to dance for us they way she used to? Without a word she put on some music and started to move. At the end of the first song I could see the bulge in Richard pants. The second song Carla came over to. She kisses me neck and she slides, easily, up and down my shaft. MY hands roam down her back, tracing her spine, down to her ass. I grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them. I slide a finger down, feeling my now soaking member as it glides in and out of her, then back up, The pink flower, he anus.I begin teasing and poking it. My fingers are now soaked with her fluids. I insert a finger. She sits up. "What is it you are wanting?" She asks."Well..." I mumble."Say it, say it and I might do it." She. I really got frustrated called my friends around and we played pool and smoked pot and drank beer and talked about the usual stuff girls, ass, tits, pot and our unattainable dreams. As we were getting high I head someone pullover at our driveway and just within seconds I heard the front door bell ringing we quickly hid the pot and I opened the door to find my mother standing there angry and bored. She came in and saw my friends then gave me a hard look and went in and stood near my pool table.