..I suppose you think we are perverts?” I shook my head, “No. No,” I told her. “I have read about cuckolding. I know it goes on. Hell, I have...cuckolded a few husbands myself over the years.” “But not with them knowing?” She said as she looked away from me. I shook my head, “Not that I know of.” “I guess I had better go now,” she said getting up to leave. I reached out for her arm. “Please stay?” She sat back down. “Look, I am more than willing to be part of your fantasies,” I told her,. James thought carefully his next words. "I saw your brother".Angela noticed the shadow beneath his chin and flinched. "I hope he is in a worst shape than you are".He chuckled. "Of course. Why? Did you have any doubts?"Angela relaxed a little. If he was laughing it couldn't have been that bad. "No. I had faith in your abilities", she assured him."Thank you!", he said and she smiled. "However...", he paused trying to find the right way to explain."Just say it James", she urged him."He claims that. Stephanie then straddled me,arranged her nightgown and went slowly and comfortably down on my face.It was not always as comfortable for me as she wanted me to believe, butafter a few struggles, we seemed to have found our places in this particular act, and as the evening went on, I enjoyed, much to my own disbelief, very much her ride on me. It was probably due to her buttocks resting softly on my face, she didn't come down with her last inch and I had her bottom hanging softly over me.However. "We are happy to share with you, young lady, but we be asking you to share some of your goodies with us in return."Eve comprehended their meaning immediately. She shrugged her shoulders and reached out for the portion of the sandwich that had the most meat on it. She crammed it in her mouth and swallowed quickly to quell her ravenous stomach."Which holes do you kind and gentle sirs' desire most?"Harry made his decision known by fondling the pretty girl's bottom and Jim traced his mustard.