But please tell me what is going on here. I see all these busy kids, what are they doing?”“Ah, yes, I am so proud of my busy little elves. They ar... making pingers, Sir. Thousands and thousands of pingers.”“I’ve heard the term, pingers, what are they? it is a piece of equipment that the Navy doesn’t use.”“Well Sir, that’ll take a little explanation. You know that all mass has gravity? That things with a lot of mass, have a lot of gravity. Pingers work on that principle. A pinger is basically a. I gave him another glass of red wine; so that he was relaxed enough for me to get really kinky.I got him laid on our marital bed and, taking a soft towel and a jar of massage oil, I started giving him a relaxing foot massage.Hubby moaned, whispering he was feeling like he could melt into the bed sheets. I begged him to keep his eyes closed and kissed his lips hard. It should be easy to make him bend to my will when I whispered in his ear the lewd things I wanted to do to him in my sexiest. ” My voice was strained as my hand had now strayed to beneath my shorts and I was slowly rubbing the head of my cock.If Cee was aware of me beginning to masturbate, she didn’t seem to care as she reached out with her right hand and cupped my wife’s right breast. She cupped the full weight of it. “Oh shit,” she sighed, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. Her tanned hand outlined the whiteness of Shy’s breast. Shy didn’t stir. Not even a muscle twitched or an eyelid. ” I heard someone else saying.Vincent grabbed his clothes and got dressed along with the other security guards. I was covered in thick white cum and there was a big pool of cum on the floor. Vincent and the guards grabbed a bunch of rags they had brought with them and cleaned the floor for me. I went over and felt their wonderful crotches as I opened the front door to let them out. “I’ll be calling to arrange your husband’s brothers and your husband’s sisters, husband’s birthday planning.