“I guess we got carried away.”Anita leaned back in the tub again. “It was worth it,” she sighed.Looking down at his wife, John’s penis began...to stir to life. As it slowly rose to half mast, he asked, “Want some company?”Anita opened her eyes and looked at her husband’s rampant nakedness. Laughing, she said, “In here? There’s not enough room!”“Sure?”She flicked some bubbles at him. “I’m sure. Go take a shower.” John grumpily turned and headed for the shower. Anita noticed that his cock was now. Though I dont have that much expectation by remembering her school looks, still have an excitement.I got her mail, thumbnail was not that much clear, each moment of downloading was costing me bucks. I opend the Picture. I was just dumb-stockd, she had crossed my expectation hundred times. Describing her, would be like this- she is still dusky , but much more fairer than past, wearing a mini skirt and a sleeveless top, her thighs are pretty white and not even a slight fatty. Straight and long. With that Imoved my ass again and moaned.“You love this, don’t you?” he said. I just keptmoving my ass up and down, trying to get him to spurtinto me again. My cock ached. My Balls ached. My bodyached. I needed pleasure. I needed release. I wantedthis brute to force the cum out of me with his cock.Finally I felt him spurting into me again. I almostyelped with pleasure as I tried to wiggle for him andfeel all I could. “Ahh, he’s cumming in you again.,” he. Or rather in my cock, now raring to fuck. Was I attracted to both men and women because I was aroused or was I always bisexual? “That’s enough,” I said, standing up and dropping my Speedo. My cock was hard as steel. The women had to take their turn. “I’ll remove Lynette’s pussy cover,” I volunteered my services. Lynette laid on the recliner and lifted her behind to give me access to her bikini bottom. Slowly, savoring every moment I pulled the tiny piece of cloth over her hips. At first it.