” She answered. “But I do have a question,” she smiled, “should I call you Jeannie or Vanessa?”I smiled back at her. “It’s really been V...nessa for a long time. But we’ll be legally changing my name to ‘Vanessa Jean.’ That way, my old name will still be a part of me, and it won’t be quite so obvious to my family. You can call me either. But Vanessa is who I really am.”The last to see was Marguerite. Once again, as long ago, she regarded me with detachment. “You have grown up, child. Jack, you. “Well, first, don’t you want to take off my clothes?” I dropped my pants and popped out of the rest of my clothes and removed her blouse. There was no reason for Vivian ever to wear a bra; she had absolutely gorgeous breasts that were so erect I figured she must be a bodybuilder. But believe me, she was very feminine and lovely. Her titties had big rosy nipples, so wonderfully erect. I pulled down her mini skirt and saw she wore no panties, just thigh high silk stockings. I pulled them off. Jane pulled away from me. Getting to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. She seemed to savour the taste of her ass on my cock, told me how good her ass tastes. She stood back up and once more she spread her ass. It looked so good that I couldn’t just fuck her ass, I had to play with it.I pushed two fingers in her ass, making her groan. I started to finger her butt, mesmerized how easily it took my fingers. I gently pushed another finger in, fingering her harder. She seemed to enjoy it. After a few beers I started filing warm. It was muggy. I excused myself and went to my bed room and took a quick shower I dried myself and wrapped myself with a Robe and went back to join Joe and our guest Bob. I sat on the same spot on the couch next to Bob. I did not want him to feel offended. After a few more beers Bob started touching my hand, I froze and looked at my hubby. It's okay honey you remember we talked about you doing it with another man. But honey, I said, and hubby cut me off,.