I feel another hand grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples. Someone pushed me back towards the dashboard to get a better view of my cunt grinding up...and down oh his truck's shift. My legs are spread more open and back, I have someone now pushing me up and down on this rod. Another hand is rubbing, pinching, and slapping my clit. Next thing I know I'm not the one who's fucking anything anymore. They're fucking this stick with my pussy and body. They're grabbing me, and rubbing me telling me to. Except his lips are fatter and softer. His tongue is sure big, though." Baby, you keep this up and I'm gonna cum." I had to warn April to slow down."You like the idea of Deeter kissing me, don't ya?"The mental picture of my wife and my buddy together almost tripped my trigger. April slowed down a little to give me a chance to back away from the brink.Deeter was about 6' 4" and really, really black. Long and lean, probably not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. I had seen him stripped down in the. But I knew my mom understood.After talking with them, Molly whispered, “Do not embarrass me in front of them. Be a good son.” But I was unable to control and placed my hand slowly on her belly and started moving on it, feeling her. Molly tried to remain calm, but she was unable to remove my hand.As she was not reacting, I felt that it was my chance and lifted her saree under the table even though she was resisting. As there was no panty, it was easier for me, and I placed my finger on my mom’s. "It sounds interesting;" Marge admitted, "but there is no way we could leave Steve out of it. He may not be much but I love him." How do you feel about Lizbeth?" She is sweet," Mare answered, "I have never done any kissy-pussy but it might have been fun with her. Who knows, maybe someday things will be different between Steve and me and an occasional threesome will be all right, but not now."We left it at that, we as a couple with a dream that every day that passed seemed more unattainable and.