“Um, he was eating me out at the time,” Emma said.“And that girl Jess you mentioned? She’s his...” he left the sentence for her to finish.�...His wife, sir.”“And she was ok with that?” Mike was incredulous.“Um, she was, uh, playing with my clit. At the same time. Sir.” Emma was embarrassed to admit that, especially with Mike screwing her butt with the kitchen tool at the same time.“Damn, Emma, I need to meet these neighbors of yours sometime,” Mike said as he continued to tease Emma’s back. I sensuously sucked on her tongue as it entered my mouth, my finger finding her moist slit, and I slowly ran my finger along her moist swollen lips. Bringing my wet finger to my lips, I savored the taste of her tangy nectar as Beth gazed at me with reawakened desire, and I eased her panties down her long slender legs. A mouth watering sight, indeed. I returned two fingers to her now wet inviting pussy, and she unsnapped the button on my khakis and eased the zipper down, my hard cock coming into. He reserves this play for special occasions when he's very, very pleased with me and wants me to understand that my offering to him tonight will be to enjoy the evening rather than to ensure my pleasure through his. I am instantly thrilled, not because I know he's very skilled at pleasing me, but because I know I've made him happy.I raise my head and look into his eyes. He sees my question and tells me he's read that article that I shared with you, dear readers, and the comments and emails it. " He'll be very angry, Karl." No he won't, baby. Not after you suck him dry."I wondered what was in that needle he had shot into my ass. Maybe if I got Karl to give me some of it, I could give myself a shot at home and get my husband to fuck me so that he wouldn't mess with my daughter. But that little slut seemed to be enjoying it whenever I caught them. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. And after the first time, neither one of them gave a damn when I walked in on them. Fuck them both!I.