In minute ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so turned on.Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up...to culture shock and didn’t want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more questions about how poly culture worked. The more questions he answered, the more Amy was stunned at how easily he was willing to open up about his own sex life, and the wetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to masturbate as she asked. Then 330 asked Harp some bat-shit difficult question, making him go ask for help. With no predatory interference, the game turned on me. I became the prey. 330 cooly chatted me up, making good conversation, but making it all about me - that's MY trick! I let him play with me, keeping him entertained until Harp could work him over. Then I figured I'd see poor, Mr. 330 sadly doing the losers walk, from the back finance office ALL the way across the showroom. When Harp hurried over to answer. I came out onto the back porch and saw my wife and sister-in-law in the pool, lounging in the sun on their floats. There were beers on the patio table and my wife had a cup of rum in her cup holder. My wife is in her thirties with a nice plump ass and fairly large tits, your basic voluptuos woman, while her sister has at least ten years on her, but has a nice pair of tits and a close to hourglass figure. I will admit it, I do think she is good looking and if I wasn't married I would fuck her. And James, when I started to move, huge dollops of it just kept oozing out of me. When I stood up it ran all down my legs. James, darling, my beautiful James, how do you do that?’ I was taken aback to hear my modest and demure Fran discuss such things with this joyous abandon. Without waiting for a reply, she went on in the same vein. I got the impression she had been thinking about this a lot. ‘Before, when I’ve been with, er, sorry, fucked someone, there’s only been a few dribbles of it. And.