“Whad’yuh think?” he asked.Shari was dumbstruck. ”I think it’s one of the most amazing cocks I’ve ever seen. Your dad’s is great and may...e a bit bigger but yours is downright beautiful. I want it. I want to squeeze it, stroke it, jack it, lick it, kiss it and suck it. Can I at least kiss it?”“Sure go for it,” Rob replied.Shari knelt in front of him. She took his throbbing cock in both hands almost reverentially. She was very blatantly worshipping his cock. She stared at the shiny red head as if. “And that, ladies and gentlemen,” Katy said with a twinkle in her eye, “is why we refer to Mr. Steve Adams as «jävla idiot»!”We hugged and left the kitchen to join everyone else.March 18, 1996, Apple Orchard Bed-and-Breakfast near Montpelier, VermontWhen we woke on Monday morning, I risked the wrath of my eldest daughter and stayed in bed with my wives. We’d have to return to the hustle and bustle of the real world later in the day, and I wanted to soak up every minute of peaceful relaxation. I bought us both a drink and we sat there just chatting idly. After a while we got to chatting about sex, she quizzed me on my experience and sexual practices, then told me what she was looking for. She was holding a gathering of friends, all women, and wanted someone to serve their drinks all evening. What the hell has this got to do with sex I thought? Then she hit me with it, I was to be naked and if one of the women wanted any form of sexual relief, I was to oblige. Now that did sound. “Cernere’s nimble fingers, this is the best. Fuck my pussy and suck on my ass.”I licked through the flower-pussy again, swirling through delicate folds, searching for more of Chaun’s cum. The petals caressed my lips and cheeks, brushing my nose. My asshole tingled. More and more cum rose out of my depth. The flower sucked so hard.I shivered, another orgasm building and building in the depths of my pussy. My hips wiggled, bucking back into the thick flower-cock reaming my depths. I moaned into.