Both of them were willing to share him and he found that amazing. But as amazing as it was it was never going to happen. He just wasn't wired that way... It would be one or the other, but it would never be both. But which one? Even as he asked the question he knew the answer. At least he knew which one he wanted it to be. If he could make it happen. That was going to be the hard part - making it happen.Even though he was ashamed of himself for what he had done to Shawna the night before what he. ”Then my wife crawled up Pamela’s body dragging her tits along her body as she went. When their nipples touched my wife dropped onto Pamela. I could see their tits squish as if in a vice…or better yet a mammogram. No, I’ve been told that they are standing with their tits on a shelf then the technician grabs a hold of their nipples, pulls straight out, and clamps the vice on them flattening out their breasts like a pancake. This way they looked like four fried eggs smashed together. My wife then. " Carol was not naked. she had shorts and a tank top. Nadine could not help but look. she was shocked to see her aunt on the ground pulling her daughters shorts off and begin eating her pussy. Carol who was in total control of the situation told her mom not to touch her but only her mouth. aunt Sally according to Nadine complied with this request by putting her arms at her sides and never touching her daughter. Carol on the hand grabbed her mother's hair and from what Nadine said forcibly. "She paused and looked back, her forehead wrinkling briefly in annoyance, then she saw her umbrella in his hand. "That was kind of you," she said, pausing for a moment."It was my pleasure to be of service," he said with a grin, pitching his voice to sound playfully formal. "Here is my card." He presented her with his calling card, not his business card. A business card seems to obligate reciprocation, establishing some kind of quid pro quo between the person giving and the person receiving it..