” Betty remarked as she took a last sip of wine. “Not that Barney has ever been any good in that department. What I wouldn’t give for a good fuc...!”“Betty Rubble!” Wilma shot back in shock, it was the first time she had ever heard Betty use the F-word. They’d had intimate discussions over the years, but they’d always used more lady like code words.“Oh come on, Wilma.” Betty countered. “Just a few hours ago all you could do was complain about Fred’s lack of attention. When was the last time he. I slipped his uniformshirt off, then began nibbling on his nipples thru his t-shirt. His nipplesgot hard, and he began moaning. I looked down and I could tell he wasgetting a hard-on. All of the sudden, he grabbed my head and pulled me tohim, and shoved his tongue in my mouth. We tumbled onto the couch, and wekissed very deeply for about 10 minutes, while exploring each other's bodieswith our hands.Then he stood up in front of me while I remained seated, and he shoved hiscrotch forward in. I felt her warm breath on my crotch as she paused to gaze at my erect member. Not the stuff or porn films, but a serviceable tool that had done it's share of work over the years. However eager my peter was to perform, it looked like it was going to be worked upon for the next few minutes. Suddenly I was engulfed in the sweetness of her mouth, her lips clutching the very base of my manhood as she took it whole into her mouth in one gulp. Slowly she drew her head upward, caressing my dick with. She would slowly move up my body then slide back down. My cock was aching. Her moves were deliberate, not wasting any time or energy. She was rubbing her clit against my pubes with every down stroke. Each time she would let out a soft moan. Her hard nipples were tracing trails up and down my chest. I caught her breasts in my hands and rolled her young nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. She looked into my eyes and said that she wanted me.