‘Any chance of a threesome?’ came a voice, but it wasn’t Sam. I turned, and there was Harry, clean again and stroking another hard-on. Sam turne... and whistled. ‘Grant?’ ‘It’s okay with me.’ ‘Come here,’ she beckoned. He moved to her front, stopping briefly to kiss me, watch my cock enter and exit her pussy, and stroke her ass, before just sitting on the sofa, cock raised high. It didn’t take any effort on Sam’s part to just move her head down a little and begin sucking his dick, Harry panting. She even admitted in the past that she hated doing that with her husband and rarely ever gives him head. At this point I nudged her backwards onto the bed and pulled her panties off. She just kind of squirmed as I did, half acknowledging what was happening, or so I think? Her pussy was absolutely divine looking, in my opinion at least! Her pubic hair curled around her lips and opening, definitely more wet and moist than I anticipated! Apparently she really was enjoying this! I gently pulled her. I badly needed a girl you don’t take home to mother. I don’t think I’m immoral, or even amoral in the all-round sort of way, but in that situation, I believe, a young man’s fancy turns to duplicity. It came to me in a flash one evening, with what kind of girl a man was justified in being a predator. One who was an active predator herself, of course. The ideas flooded in on me, but it was typical, I suppose, that I started out in the area I knew best. I had to travel up to Glasgow to make some. She said that it was a nice thought, but she was the only one home. I don't know what it was about sitting there in the kitchen enjoying our lunch, but I could feel myself getting wet between the legs watching Lisa eat the fresh strawberries I'd brought over. She must have been feeling the same way because she took some chocolate from the fridge and put it on her finger and sucked it seductively. "Wanna try some?" she asked me in the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I got up from my side of the.