The shirt was long and extended a couple of inches down her thighs, its big arm-holes and scoop-neck exposing the tops and sides of her breasts. Under...eath the shirt she wore a polka-dotted bikini, and although it was likely no one would notice, she also wore a pair of low-cut canvas shoes. The bikini was scandalously skimpy. Kara had bought it for a trip to Jamaica, not to wear anyplace where she might be recognized. If the undershirt hadn't been made of such thin material, Dirk would not have. That was fast! He tried it again. The half-pound organism gathered under his lips and "kissed" back. "Wow! It learns!". Frank couldn't resist--he touched his tongue to it and stroked it to see what it felt like. Nice. A little salty. (The tissue absorbed a bit of his saliva and skin cells. Hmm. Templates.) He suddenly found himself in a French kiss with a laboratory experiment. He pulled back and looked at it, and grinned."This could have a real market on the lonely hearts circuit."Now, let's. "Both of them?" Allan asked, and I thought to myself: he's taking this terrible news very well, of his poor wife being victimized like this! I noticed he seemed more curious than angry at the humiliation, forced submission, almost **** of his poor wife."At first, yes," I confirmed. "The two of them would come back several times a week, and both of them would have sex with her." I was curious about how calmly he was taking this whole thing, but I continued my explanation."It gets worse. Andy got down between my legs again and began anew. I loved having both of them, they were so different, Steve, of course, familiar, manly, his cock thick and long.Andy, though, smaller in cock size but so enthusiastic and usually fucked me as I lay wide open to him as he put himself in me over and over and over, putting it in each time and pulling it out each time. All I can say is that the way he did it felt wonderful, different from Steve, but certainly wonderful. The sensation of him.