Trent and I kept chatting conversationally as the womencontinued to absently run their hands over us and kissour necks, My cock was as hard as a rock ...nder theblanket and I imagine Trent’s was as well, after a fewmoments of this, Sophie made a show of sliding her handunder the blanket and you could tell that she wasundoing the buttons of Trent’s shorts, finally we couldsee the undeniable motion of her hand jacking his cockunder the thin blanket. After watching Sophie for a few. Benjamin looked hale and handsome having lost most of his pudginess. Melissa looked gorgeous and had become unmistakably a woman. She had us sit at the dining room table and fed us eggplant mousaka--a bit over spiced but delicious.At six the doorbell chimed. A tall thin African stood in a cheap suit and tie selling the word of god--a Jehovah's Witness. The timing made me skeptical and he proved me right. "I'm not interested," I said."Believe me," said the African suddenly sounding like a. I know part of it was that I hadn ’ t had an orgasm in nearly two years, and the last one I had was more or less an accident. My husband hadn ’ t really been trying at the time. It just sort of happened. My abbreviated attempt at masturbation after Brenda ’ s spanking was more the exception than the rule. I ’ d never really done that on a regular basis. Essentially, over the last few years I ’ d become asexual. Brenda awoke something in me that I . Kellywaked in with a plate that had a breakfast burrito, sausages,toast and a carafe of coffee.I asked her where her plate was. She said, this plate is allmine, picking up one of the sausages, sticking it halfwayin her mouth, stroking it in and out while licking the undersidewith her tongue.I went into the kitchen, fixed myself a plate. When I turnedaround, she was right behind me. Grabbing my shorts andyanking them down letting them fall to the floor. She spinsme back around, bends me over the.