One rule he had was no TV in their bedrooms. He didn’t think they should hide away. The dining room was often awash with books as six girls studied ...or their subjects. Occasionally one would look up and say something like “The 1812 Overture was written in 1812 wasn’t it?”“No,” he’d shout from the other room “1882”Or “When did Apple sell their music business to the Beatles then”“What? You aren’t serious? Apple – the record company predates Apple the computer company and sued them for copyright. ” With that she grabbed my throbbing prick andslid her slender fingers up and down my shaft. Iclosed my eyes and my mind was flooded with visions ofJenny tossing Jason off. Those thoughts thenprogressed to Jenny sucking Jason’s big cock and theultimately to her letting him fuck her silly. As images of Jason ploughing my lovely wife filled mymind I could feel my spunk rising. Suddenly I groanedand shot my load all over my stomach. As I opened myeyes, Jenny was looking at me.. They wanted to keep fucking, but it was too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of them would cry out too loudly, a sharp cry of bliss that would be heard outside the closed door.But they couldn't keep their hands off each other."I want to make you come again," Yvette whispered. "You came so hard." It's so dangerous." I wouldn't let my husband touch me, you know," Yvette said, her black eyes glistening, murky with sexual excitement. "I told him I was sick. All I could think about was fucking with. He used long, strong strokes, pulling almost all the way out and then driving his cock in again. He was in no hurry and I enjoyed feeling the long, thick cock massaging my canal. He reached around and pinched and pulled on my nipples. I was so horny now that I was bucking back on his cock. He sensed my desire and quickened his rhythm and intensity. His balls slapped against my ass and he pulled hard on my nipples. Both of us were growling and moaning. He put his right hand over my mouth and I.