Lynn clawed at his flanks and held him deep inside her as another powerful orgasm racked her body.Otis collapsed on top of her and once again, I was s...ruck by the beautiful contrast of their skin.“Come here, you gonna wanna see this.”I took a position where I could see his member still buried in my wife. Her pussy gripped him as he slowly slid out. His massive tool caused havoc on her pussy, which was swollen, crimson red and hanging open. It started as a slow trickle and then began to gurgle. For this particular routine, Monica wore a little black velvet dress, stiletto heels, and what looked like diamond jewelry. Sort of cocktail-party-meets-jewelry-smuggler. Underneath it all, she had the push up bra, panties, stockings, and garter belt. Strategically-placed zippers made it easier to get out of the dress smoothly. She made her way around the room, rubbing up against some of the guys, rolling around on the bar, and basically making use of whatever was in the basement to make for an. .. yes, definitely a most promising start.’I was very gratified by this, because after all her lesbian experience was much greater than mine. In fact, she was so sexually hot and voracious that I was sure she femme-fucked at least once every day, and so – even allowing for time-of-the-month and estimating on the conservative side, that meant at least three hundred times a year ... and if that had been the case for, say, at least the last twenty years ... well, that made six thousand sapphic. He smelled like an a****l, and it made my dick hard as fuck. I had flashbacks of the day he came back home—after dad took off for Mexico. He was laying there on the couch on his back, just like now. I walked up close to him, not remembering him. He stunk like a pig—feet and pits were ripe as fuck. I didn't understand yet, but I knew I wanted it. Hunter was now panting, and slumping down in the chair. By now the twins had emerged, and quitely took a seat on the smaller couch, and listened in..