“I like the idea,” Miss Dawson agreedMrs Lowe looked at the girls, who were biting their lips and looking worried, and ordered, “Right, girls. I...’s still light. Go out and make half a dozen switches each. No one will see you so you can go out as you are.” She added, “Be quick about it as well.”The girls decided not to argue about going out into the garden naked as it was still warm. In fact, once Emma started cutting off a few branches and getting them ready, she was actually happy the decision. "Feel good?" I nodded. He squeezed the head of my cock, and I felt a drop of precum ooze out the very thick head. He was an expert and I gave in. He licked my nipple. His free hand touched my chest. He never stopped playing with my cock. I was lost in lust, so much so that he took my hand and guided it to his cock. It was warm, and the skin was soft like it had been lotioned for years. He was very hard and I stroked him. Not too fast, but not so slowly that it wasn't going anywhere. I broke his. “Anything I need to know, Amber?” I inquired.“Oh, you never know,” she mused with a mischievous smile as she kissed me deep. A few weeks went by and I thought no more about it. On my way home on a recent Friday after a rather tense week, Amber called me on my way home from the office. Her voice sounded excited and devious.“Don’t keep me waiting,” she said. Eager to get home, I enter the front door and I hear Amber’s voice beckoning me upstairs to our bedroom. I enter to see her in her. Mrs. Cotton was already standing up. She looked down at me, my t-shirt covering my cum soaked cock. Remember what I said. This was just a one time thing. I still love my husband. Our little secret. Now please go get washed up before your Mom comes down for dinner. I had two slices of pizza as I sat at the dinner table. My eyes were looking straight into Mrs. Cotton deep cleavage. She was sitting directly opposite of me. I was paying no attention to her and my Mom talking. It was close to an.