"Alison, I think this would look perfect on Marie. What do you think?" she asked.Alison held the dress up. Very short, it seemed to consist mainly of ...oles, held together by lace. The word "gossamer" came to mind. It was the kind of thing you could imagine being made by sewing spiders webs together with glass strands. Very sexy, and totally revealing."Mmm, you are right," she purred, "very sexy. Marie, try it on, please?" Ali," I said, blushing, "I have nothing on under this dress." That is. I know you want to, if you want to make me come then please do what I ask, now. God, I need that from you right now.” Alison lay back and slowly spread her legs. As she raised her knees she gently placed a hand on my cheek and blew me a kiss. In a voice thick with desire, lust and passion and spoken in a throaty, husky groan she uttered; “Clean me.” My mind was a swirling vortex of a thousand different emotions. She was asking me to go down on her. She must surely have Joel’s cum in her,. She kept fucking up into her husband, trying to get enough friction to cum but Chad went soft before she could get herself off."Fuck," she thought. "I needed to cum tonight." She wanted to reach down and play with herself but didn't want her husband to feel inadequate.Chad, meanwhile, was pleased with himself as he rolled off his beautiful, sexy wife, whose tits were still heaving up and down in desperate horniness, her nipples hard.She laid there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the. I couldn’t sit or shit properly in days.From now on me and Bert shared the secret and the action. It was absolutely outrageous, being in this environment and whispering about our last encounter with Bill. We were both properly fucked in by now, our asses ready for anything. He took us together a couple of times and we used to have sex in front of him while he jacked off. Sometimes he was in a hurry and he was satisfied with only a blow job. This silent, very dominant Bill was my first.