She was wearing one of her knee-length orange dresses – she had several because she liked dresses and orange was her favorite color. I put a hand on...her knee just under the hem of her garment.This, of course, was a different proposition altogether from a tongue in her elbow. Or was it? A more contentious area, certainly, but no more provocative.“Maybe I need more class,” she said. Spanish speakers are too lazy to pronounce the “iz” sound that makes the plural of a word ending in "s". “Are you. He was laying on his side facing my back. We were in the spooning position, each on our own side of the bed and not touching. Both of our bodies were under the covers. I was shocked at the situation my hard cock was presenting for me as I pretended to be asleep. My excited breathing must have betrayed my sexual excitement and after awhile I felt Pat’s hand touch my ass. He started to gently rub the white jockey shorts covering my ass. My heartbeat leapt and I could hear my heart pounding. I thought it strange as well that it mattered to her what I thought about her. I could tell from the look on Charity’s face that she wasn’t lying about her opinion of me.“You have to say stuff like that,” I shrugged it off. I am terrible at taking compliments.“I have to be honest, Sir. I have to give my opinion in the politest way possible, and that is what I honestly believe! I know this is a very unusual lifestyle, and it will take some adjustment,” she said before adding, “You probably think. Michael then said: "We better stop. This bitch is going to pass out."But they stopped after Michael filled her pussy with his cum, and Samuel shot his heavy load in her ass. Anita flopped back on the bed gasping, with her whole body quivering from the onslaught. Both men moved down from the bed and went to the kitchen for a beer.Fred then helped my wife sit up and kissed her. She came back to life and kissed him back with passion, as she stroked his hard cock.Then I saw my sweet wife opening.