This time in bed we both went for deep french kissing, it was amazing, eating out each others tongue lips teeth and oh my my, he literally ate me, I t...o tried, but his mouth was bigger than mine, he ate me more.We kissed for a long time, took break, talk then again kissed. His dick wasnt hard this time while kissing, probably it was taking it’s own sweet time to get hard again. I said if he can do it for the third time, then he said, heha s gotto wait. He wanted to suck me again, but since I. I told him about my sink always clogging and he said, yea thats pretty common on these newer houses. He crawled under the sink and took a look. As he lay there on his back i took a look as well. I could see the faint outline of what appeared to be a pretty big cock under his plumbers pants. He said i need to go to shop to get some parts and tools. He was back in a flash with a tool box and a few pieces of pipe. Again he crawled under the sink. This time i bent down so that he had a clear view. I stretch the foreskin to an uncomfortable tightness as my hand strokes back, then my fist slides tightly over the swollen purple head. Back and forth. Squeezing and stroking, soapy and slippery. Images play in my mind of her sensuous body, her bewitching eyes, her lustrous hair, her full breasts. Back and forth. Her mouth. Back and forth. Her tight pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth. Long moments must have passed unnoticed. My heart is pounding, my breath growing shorter. The hot water. All three of us usually cum for a morning ‘work-out’ but Tuesday is Wendy’s day to start on her own, so that is why we missed all the fun”. “Does your husband know?” I asked. “Absolutley” responded Martha. “He joins us when he can, and has a similar arrangement with the chef and chef’s helper most evenings. The thing is that he closes up, and this is still pretty early for him.” With that Wendy went straight up to you and offered to help you out of your clothes. She whipped your top over.