The three of us standing together to greet him while wearing sheer negligees, stockings and heels as he came back home, giving him an immediate visual...reminder that his life contained much more than the office and the stresses of business. And all three of us willing and eager to provide what diversion we could after his workday.Tonight, I walked up to him first. I took him into my arms after he dropped his backpack to the floor. I kissed him and welcomed him home with whispered desires for. " Did I hear right, Mrs. G. Do you want me to take you like a good little slut. Do you want me to fuck you with my huge dick?" I teased her even more while I kept stroking her clitoris."Oh, my Gooooood, Ryan. Yes, I'll be your little slut. I'll do anything you want. Now please fuck my smooth pussy with your big thick cock."I lifted my head and looked down into her passionate brown eyes. Without using my hands, I shifted my hips and felt the tip of my cock at her moist opening. I leaned down to. I'd stopped worked and could feel myself become aroused by this. After a while she got up and started giving the guy a blow job. My cock was really hard as I was imagining her outh around my on hard shaft. Carrie-Anne the stradded the guy. I coule see her breasts moving up and down as she rode him - I remembered seeing her sunbathing a few times in her garden and admired her breasts then. I was stroking myself, thinking how good it would be to be fucking that hot girl when I realised that. But when I compared that to being hunted by armies of cops who thought I might be "armed and dangerous," things quickly fell into perspective.I gagged down a little of my fast-food "dinner," but there was no way I could finish or anything close; the stuff's nasty enough hot. I tossed the rest of it as far away from me as I could, I didn't need animals smelling it and nosing around me. Then I spread out my new sleeping bag, put on my vest for extra warmth, and crawled in.You know, sleeping.