The thought of Greg sliding his fingers under my panties would not let me fall back asleep. Later that morning, Grandma kept me busy with her reque...ts. Right before Greg returned from work I showered and wore a white tank top and a short jean skirt with no bra or panties. When Greg returned I gave him hug and as I looked up at him he kissed me on my lips again and this time he really got my lips soaking wet. Greg said, “I like your skirt.” I lifted my tank top a little and rolled up. She was almost always "cold" and the nipples stuck out very nicely.It was September and warm but his house was nice and cool and she was showing erect nipples while we sat at the table, not sure if it was from the cool house or the chat about us wanting to see them naked.† †She told us we were both crazy and NO she wasn't going to show them to either of us PERIOD.† We kept up the little banter about how nice a body she had and how it was strange that perfect strangers had seen her completely. ..Oh GOD...JOHN." She is gasping as she feels herself spreading to accept my large invasion. I start a rhythm in her that she feels throughout her ass, with long strokes...in and out...in and out. All of the sexual anticipation and extreme stimulation from me brings her to the brink. With just a few more strokes, Jennifer grabs the sheets hard in her fists, and thrusts her pelvis up against me and squeals as she shudders and convulses in a orgasm...the most intense she has felt in her sexual. ”“It’s ok honey, he's absolutely right. If I owned an expensive sports car, I may even want to sit in the passenger seat while an expert took her around the track. Are you a good driver, Alex?” He smiled and ordered us all another round, as well as three shots of tequila. Sarah looked flustered and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I leaned over and told J how stunning she was, and asked if she knew about our plan. He explained she didn't, but that was the exciting part for him,.