We screwed like rabbits; we were always at it. Remember the day we stayed in bed all day and screwed thirteen times.” I remembered. How could I forg...t something like that!! It was the seventies and there was a casual carefree attitude to sex. No AIDS. Sex was beautiful, fulfilling, something to savour and enjoy, and to share with others. “Remember Mavis,” Jean said with a soft reverent tone. I continued my probing, exploring every crevice, every nerve ending, fuelling Jean’s sexual thoughts for. She hoped she had proven to him that it was him whom she loved. If not, then she would have to do it over and over again until it was rammed into that sexy arse and thick skull of his. She shuddered with desire and almost crawled back into bed with him. Sighing, she went to check on the flickers instead.When they got home, they had only hung around long enough to bring the shopping upstairs and get the cold produce into the fridge before she had dragged him to the bedroom. They had also stopped. Claire kept her cock in mymouth, while Tammy was working hard on me. A few second later, I shotanother load all the way up to my neck. I cummed so much that there wasa pool of semen on my stomach. Claire gave me a kiss to let me know Idid a good job. Then Tammy pulled her cock out of my pussy, and she shother load on my stomach to add to the already thick pool of semen. Thegirls licked all the semen off my body, and fed it to my mouth.Claire saw my clitty was still standing tall in the air, so. Just one of her little quirks that she will sometimes do to this day.Well, the big evening came, the guy (Frank) showed up at our house, we had drinks and talked for while until the subject turned to sex. We of course talked about what we liked an expected, and he was a gentleman and understood that we were very new and apprehensive. Frank excused himself to go to the bathroom and I asked Megan what she thought. She was a little hesitant. She stated he wasn't the best looking guy in the.