“Have a seat, I just have to get a few things from the kitchen.” Betty called out as she shut the door and headed from the kitchen.Two hours later... both the movie and the snacks done, Betty and Wilma sat drinking the last of the Rockberry wine. Glancing at the clock, Wilma noted that it would be another half hour before the Slagstone fight was only just beginning, so it could still be hours before their husbands came home.“And they’ll be too tired to do anything once they get home...” Betty. Moving slowly in and out of her caused me nearly to come but I stopped myself.Pulling myself out I asked her to get on top of me as she did willingly. With her knees on either side of me, she raised herself up enough for me to put myself back in her. We both looked down at me moving in and out of her as she moved her hips around. Her breast were so perfect I lunged my mouth up arching my back taking turns sucking on each of them until she leaned forward pushing them into my face. We did this. When I passed his knee, he leaned back and opened his legs a little wider, giving me easier access. My foot found his prick and massaged it. It was exciting to feel him thrust his hips, grinding his cock against my toes. Fucking hell! I had a wicked hard-on and I hadn't even noticed. I reached down and started tugging my own cock as I worked Eric's with my foot. Soon I had both feet on his pecker. The water in the tub sloshed as he thrust his hips, fucking my feet. Eric slipped to his knees,. ”That earned me an elbow to the ribs. “Forget it!” she told me.I chuckled. “Well, it didn’t end so good for Caesar, either. Eventually he ended up back in Rome, where his friends killed him on the floor of the Senate. Let’s just hope I don’t get invited over to the Senate any time soon!”Marilyn climbed up off my lap and headed towards the kitchen. “So much for politics!”As she left, I called out, “Hey, got anything in the way of a Cleopatra costume?”“Forget it!”I laughed at that.The next couple.