It was a joy rolling back his foreskin and easing his glistening bell end into my mouth for a good suck. Carol was all over Irene feeling and sucking ...n all the right places. Pat gave my cock a good hard sucking before Carol pronounced that Irene was ready for some cock. My wife bent over the back of a well padded arm chair, her legs astride exposing her wet gaping cunt. Pat stood behind her with me to one side to guide his cock into her waiting hole, Carol held he piss flaps apart and the. .could she?"Oh hey Kels! No, just getting my bed ready, I hate fitted sheets" I said, hoping I was convincing enough. "Ugh. Yeah I hear ya. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something. Does your room ever get really cold at night?"I sighed internally, relieved. "No, not really, though I do have a temp control in here." I gestured to the wall, right next to where she was leaning. "What?!" she exclaimed. "That's horseshit, my room is always cold as shit and I don't have one of those!"I kept back a. Suddenly, I got the message. My heart beat fast and wild, and my head felt light, but I began forging a path towards the stage and climbed up. I have no clue what got in me, but suddenly I felt represented in the play, understood, summoned, and besides that was curious, adventurous, nobody knew me there and if everything went to hell I would never need to come back again.I stood on stage, in my red dress and sandals, while Tessa lay before me on the floor and looked up expectantly. With one. We can do what we like as long as we don’t wake her.”She reached down and found me hard. “You’re such a naughty man.”“I’ve never had a blow job like the one you gave me. Most young women just give it a few half-hearted licks before they stick it in. Did your husband teach you to do that?”“Ha! He wished. He liked to receive, but not to give. Not like you. It was Tommy Standish who taught me that. He picked me up in his car at the bus stop on the way home. It was pissing down, and the bus was.