I... just don't know. This is awkward. " What's the problem, Grey? You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your manly sperm filling my...ripe young cunt. Your daughter wants to watch." She grasped my still rampant cock and stroked it. I groaned, turning to see Lily take a seat, her fingers rubbing her crotch. Ingrid's grip on my cock tightened as she pulled me closer, aiming my dick at her open, inviting cunt.I just couldn't resist. The thought of burying my cock balls deep in. I unfolded the paper that I always carried in my pocket and handed it to him."What's this?" Mr. Oldham asked, handing the paper to Suzanne so she could see what he was talking about.Shit! I thought, having forgotten about writing 'The Hemmingway Reader' and 'A Farewell to Arms, ' at the bottom of the page, books that I had borrowed from his study."A Farewell to Arms is not on the list," he said, stating the obvious. He didn't look happy with me. Shit, why did I show him the paper?"He's going. “Look at this.” She grabbed hold of her tummy’s extra fat. He was staring at it hard. He loved it. “Would you want this? Would you, really?” He watched her take hold of her tummy’s extra fat along her tummy. She squeezed it. He swallowed hard while wishing he could do that for her. He liked what he was saw. He loved it in fact. It was slightly arousing. Not even his wife’s belly, or for that matter her body, was as stunning as Mindy’s he thought. “Here…let me show you one other thing.” She. She just came up with a solution–” Fuck, she’d somehow crossed the point of no return without realizing it. “She offered up her boyfriend if I was interested. But there’s a catch. You’d need to return the favor.”“Well, that’s unexpected.” He mulled it over, the curl of his lips suggesting that it was acceptable, too. Of course it would be. She’d caught him eyeing the curvy brunette more than once. “And you’re sure about this?”“Well, don’t get too excited about it.”He grew serious, although like.