Tameesha smiled and leaned forward to kiss me and groped my cock once more as she said, “Damn, you are just the hottest woman.” She kissed me dee...ly, our lipsticks sliding together like a lesbian wet dream. She broke away and told me where the downstairs restroom was, instructed me to “clean off whatever was left of Don,” and then went upstairs with a spring in her step. I went to the restroom and washed off my hands and my crotch. I touched up my makeup and returned to the living room. You really must try to control yourself.”“Ahh!” Bernard responded as Fara tweaked gently at a nipple. She shook her head again and peeled off her cum-sticky glove, pushing it into Bernard’s mouth.“There, cockroach, keep that for a while to remember how you must keep control.”“Bravo!” Mary Tang’s voice rang out across the room. She was standing in the doorway, clapping her hands, with her leather-clad slave kneeling at her side. “Well done. A most excellent illustration of Pressure of Pleasure. ” Her eyes widened slightly at the underlying seriousness of his words. “And your sister is older than you, no?” She blushed as his eyes dropped, moving over her body barely concealed in the thin shift that clung to her gentle curves, reminding her of all the wicked things he had done to her body, and of how her traitorous body had melted beneath his touch. She was unaware of the sun streaming through the material of her shift from behind, outlining the curve of her hips and the sleek lines of. We have both agreed that it would fun to watch the other have sex with someone else, neither of us knew how to take it to the next step. So we would pretend and talk about it but it never went any further than that. Then one day after we had sex, my wife, Rhonda, mentioned a man at her work, Gary, had made some comments to her. She thought that he wanted to fuck her and she wanted to fuck him. We both thought maybe this was the start of us having sex with other people and it really turned me on.