So, I lost myself in Whitney. I tasted her skin and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. I ran my hand down her chest and abdomen from her chin to her pu...sy. I knew Lissa was playing between her legs because every few seconds, she would stroke from behind my ball sack all the way across my balls and up my cock to where we were joined, pausing to tickle Whitney’s clit and then start over. I felt her vagina pulsing, clenching down and releasing over and over again. In rhythm with it, her butt cheeks. I had sucked his balls before, but never like that.Jeff ground his balls on my face and mouth while his heavy cock moved around on my head, smearing pre-cum everywhere. I was really starting to enjoy the feeling of being pinned under him, and then I felt someone sucking my thick pussy lips. It took me a moment to realize that someone else was in the room with us and sucking me, and Jeff saw the distressed look on my face.He anticipated my question by saying, “Sorry to trick you, Denise, but. I started with the soup, as it would need to cook a long time on a low heat. Then I assembled the complicated salad that Sheila was insisting that I make. Next I had to bake the dessert from scratch. After that, I figured I better get over to the liquor store. At least I’d be able to put something else, although equally revealing, on when I went to the liquor store.Sheila had matched things up when we went shopping last Friday. With this skirt and corset, I could wear one of three blouses. All. I didn't see it, I was sort of busy."Harriet said, "Well, today is toy day. I rented a whole store for you to pick out whatever you want." I looked at her and said, "I don't want anything. I don't need any sex toys. Besides, what would Peter think if he ever saw them. It would hurt his feelings; he would think that he was not man enough for me, and he is!"Harriet looked at me and said something that gave me a chill. She said, "Don't confuse my hospitality with your freedom of choice. I paid.