Tracey would often were dress that showed of her figure and her tits Brian would always comment on how wonderful she looked Brian would often ask Trac...y if she would go out for a drink after work but she always had plans. when texting Brian would ask Tracey to send pictures of herself Tracey sent him a pic of her underwear laid out on the bed Brian would ask for more after a few weeks of Brian begging Tracey sent a pic of her in a bra Brian would tell Tracey he would wank himself off to the pic. At one point his cock slipped out. Terrence started to push it back in, but Piper ran over."Sir, may I have permission to help put your cock in my wife's ass?"When Terrence nodded affirmative, Piper took his cock in her hand and guided his black cock into his wife's asshole.Piper said "Thank you for the honor, Sir."Terrence didn't reply.Piper came back and stood beside me in the doorway. I took her dick in my hand again and massaged her.After a few more minutes, Terrence shuddered and came. He shouldn't have to.When we were seated and enjoying the bubbles, Charlene asked, "Ready for a parlor game?"Paul said, "I read about this one. Everyone tells a story about making out with someone. When they finish, we have to guess if they stopped or went all the way. The person who guesses the most right wins. The storyteller tries to make us guess wrong."Tyler said, "I could lie." Yeah, you could, but you won't. Almost no one lies." He brought out some toothpicks and broke one. "Short straw. I was paid up till Sunday so I could use the weekend to move. I decided that much before I fell asleep.When I woke it was noon, so I dressed in my running outfit, which was no more than a pair of fleece lined pants and a sweat shirt pulled over the tee shirt I slept in. I did pull on a light weight parka usually worn over a pistol. I skipped the pistol on my run that day, as I did most days. I did slide the box opener into the pocket of the parka. Anyone who grabbed me from behind was in for a.