It wasn’t long before her coffee was brewing. Looking around for her pushcart, she remembered that she had left it in the living room. The cart was ...ecessary since she couldn’t carry a cup and move at the same time. Disgusted at herself for having left it there, she headed to the living room.She stared at the pile of clothes on the coffee table for a minute trying to remember how they got there. A male head slowly rose up from the couch, surprising her. She screamed. He moaned as his hands flew. “You’re hot. Can I fuck your slit tonight?” he asked.I smiled. “Ehhh; I don’t know. Maybe. I’m going to get a drink first,” I finished.Before I got to the bar five more men and one woman had approached me. “I’d like to give you a pearl necklace,” the first said and walked off.“You look like a little goer. I’m with my brother. If you fancy getting spit roasted and fucked hard come and join us.” Then he pointed to his brother sat in the corner in a pair of boxers. He raised his glass to me and. My dick was hard and was getting squashed between us. We disengaged, and began to soap each other up. I made sure to concentrate on my wife's beautiful tits and pussy. When we were soapy, we smashed our bodies together and rubbed them. Her slick skin was such a turn-on. Rinsing off, we kissed again. I turned my wife around, and slowly bent her over a little bit. At this angle it was easy for me to work my cock inside her pussy. Eventually, I made it all the way in, and we just stood there. He had an obsession with videogames that made sure he didn’t get out much, and generally loathed to do anything that wasn’t related to his hobby. It wasn’t a mystery why he wasn’t on board for this idea. Even still, he was a critical thinker and a really good debater.Takanashi paused. “I dunno.” He admitted and then sat back down. Takanashi was a third-year like me and easily the most perverted, which was saying something given his present company. He collected figurines, especially ones that.