He said yes, but he only drove her to meet men and she told him about it afterwards. So I decided to tell him a story. He has yet to read it - but thi... is the story I have prepairedThis is my side of the conversation:When we last chatted, I said I would like to tell you what I want to do with your wife. Do you want to read a story?I’m in town, just visiting and we arrange for you to drive your wife to meet me – you walk with her into the hotel and she takes the lift to my room. You go to the. " Then she added, "But you have to tell me ALL about your night too!"When Phillip went to sit on her bed over the covers, Sally pulled back the covers so he could join her under them."So that basket was to make sure you got my attention?" Yep! I made a decision; if we are going to be roomies then you are going to be sleeping in the same bed as me!"Phillip's penis throbbed while his mind scrambled to make sense of his roommate. "Sally, don't you think you are rushing everything? You said you. We pleasured each other, so Dulce, Ida, and I all came. And we kissed these sweet boys who helped us get off, and we left their cocks alone for a while.Our bodies were getting tangled like it happens when everybody gets super randy all at the same time. We had fucked in a big pile like this before, so nobody was getting weird or jealous or left out. That was nice. At some point, Dulce was blowing Woody, just an inch or two away, making a beautiful sloppy mess of it, spit all over him, his cock,. Who wasn't actually sharing it with me, if you get my drift?"Am I going to have trouble with that daughter of ours?" I asked."I don't think so Taylor. You know she's wanted her father for so long, that probably the noise this bed of your made during the night, assured her that ... Well, I am not likely to be letting you get away again, am I?" Ottilie, it's been a long time; I might have changed. How can you be so sure you're going to like this Taylor Carson?" You're not kidding you've changed;.