”I recognized it and my cock was instantly hard. “That’s all you wore that night, isn’t it?”“Well, not all,” she grinned, reaching back ...nside the box, “there was this, too,” showing me a tiny, torn pair of black panties.I groaned, remembering watching my wife wearing those two things into a room full of horny men (and women). “You gonna model for me?”She giggled, “Well, this might need a little repair,” showing me the broken string where Jonah had torn the panties off her. It was hard for me. " "Stop this?" I asked as I slapped her big ass with my right hand and pulled her back again by her hair. "Yes, please stop," she said almost crying. "Are you fucking crazy? A little flirting is harmless, but this is wrong!" I looked out the window and could see my wife and father-in-law still sitting at the table talking. It was turning me on so damn much. It was so wrong, so dirty, but I could tell Carol was really into it, no matter what her mouth said, her pussy was so damn wet. I knelt. Evening after evening we sat there touching each others breasts, stroking our fingers in each others hair, kissing each others faces. All the things we had done and accepted we could do, but no more. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for me to lead her a little way further down the path.Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always. ”Late the next afternoon, Jeffrey was waiting when Moira returned. As she undressed he put his fingers in her pussy and tasted them. She said, “Yes, they both just fucked me. Do you want some sloppy thirds?” He pulled her to the floor, spread her legs, ate her voraciously, and plunged his cock into her slippery hole. In spite of a bunch of recent orgasms, Moira came once more with the energy of his onslaught.When the story of Robert’s visit to Moira’s island village was described, the horny.