He wasted no time in putting his hand between my legs and finger inside me pussy, all the time staring deeply into my eyes, his were like Steve McQuee...'s, a twinkling sky blue, 'Well', he spoke in a laboured slow way, 'Mariel Roberts, should I ever go blind, or meet you in a dark room, I will know who you are by touching your pussy', and as he spoke, he poked until the unyielding orifice gave way, and his finger touched your cervix, welcome to Bobs world.'I came when he did me', said a voice,. It all started when my wife rolled over and undid her top to tan her back. I commented that I bet our audience was enjoying that view. She giggled and said that she wasn’t what our audience was looking at. I said I thought that she was looking at both of us. Then, almost as a joke, I suggested that my wife turn over and flash us her boobs. To my shock, she slowly rolled over and cupped her breasts in her hands. Shaking her breasts and pinching her nipples she said that girls gets to see tits. I insisted we both do our homework. Sometimes, I hate being responsible.She showed me her homework, as if I was dad. I got on my bed she got on my lap. We started kissing just as ... there was a knock on my door."Come in?" I said.Mom walked in noticing Stef on my lap."My homework is done. I'm working on an elective in making love. It should take a lot of lab hours," Stef said.That is exactly why I love her so much her quirky sense of humor. Mom was covering a laugh as we looked over at. David and I sat up, talking about theold neighborhood and our respective careers until aftermidnight. He got up finally, saying he was tired. His pickuptruck was in the driveway and he was going to sleep inthe camper on the back of it. I got up and kissed him,probably with a little more feeling than justfriendship. He was smiling and looked a bit surprised. “Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,”he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed. “Why, David, did you have a.