She covered both my ass cheeks with chocolate and then with her finger she put chocolate in my asshole.“Ma'am, dinner is ready,” Khadija said as s...e still held my legs in her hands. Irene got up and walked to the bed's end. She took one of my legs from Khadija and then looked at her“Where are your table manners?” Irene said as she looked at Khadija. She then lifted Khadija’s long shirt. Khadija wasn’t wearing any bra. Her breasts were not too large. They were in a conical shape. Her nipples. " Thanks, but come on, tell me, who's the lucky lady you're after? I can put you together on machines next to each other." She's a married woman, Abbie. I don't want you to get into trouble for being involved." Hey, I'm not a child any more and there's so much hanky panky going on around here, no one will ever notice. I caught a bank manager and a local counsellor's wife at it in the sauna last week. No names though; my lips are sealed and I got a loan for my new car out of it, at very low. "Cedric, the oldest member of the group, thought that was funny. After a sarcastic, but friendly laugh, he looked around the table. "I think our newest member is in denial."It appeared that a little good-natured ribbing was the initiation to join the informal, impromptu group. But, I didn't mind.After about ten minutes of generic chitchat, Bryce looked over to me. "So, Eddie, tell us. What is your loving wife doing as we speak, and what is your secret for keeping her happy?" Well with the snow. Most girls like to think they’d have the real thing!”“I’m not with you, how say you the real thing?” Baccas hadn’t heard of this remark before.“Come on Dad, the real thing, that’s when a guy cums, and does it inside a girl, that’s what’s meant by the real thing. If I have it that’s what I want!”“Your saying that if you could have a guy cum up you without being on the pill, that would suit you?”“T’would suit me fine, as long as I didn’t have to go on the pill, but to do that I’d have to make.