Well, it looked like Terry chose the right guy, he had a very hard, very large cock, bigger than mine that stood right out eagerly waiting to mate wit... my wife. She sat in his lap, the tip of his cock just visible between her legs as she kissed him and he fondled her breasts. She was scooting her hips around as I fumbled around trying to get my jeans open to release my poor imprisoned cock which I did get out to begin stroking as I watched them. She lifted herself up and reached down to guide. ”“What do you want?”I groaned, “Right now? I want for nothing.”A playful smack stung my thigh, “No silly, what do you want from me?”I heard the hint of emotion, an unfathomable tone to her question.“Everything, Anne-Pierre, I want it all. That is what you want, no?”She purred, “I can see it in your eyes. I can tell you have done this before.”I nodded weakly, “I should not admit it, you could do terrible things to me.”“I know,” and she kissed me, again, a moment of tenderness. “English,. ”Doctor Mercer laughed, “You two must be a lot of fun to be around. Are you both this open?”“Everyone knows how we feel and what we want. And most of them have said the same thing I have — if her sexuality were even slightly different, nobody else would stand a chance.”“I need to warn you about that. I’ve seen what can happen.”“No need to warn me; I’m fully aware. And that is EXACTLY why we haven’t experimented. In fact, we both have said we want to experiment, but we’ve also both said we’d. I'd been so excited earlier, all week long in fact, but now that I had her..."You're really beautiful," I said, watching Tiffany's tongue lick the corner of her mouth to get some grape jelly that had stuck there."Thank you!" She smiled happily. "I'm glad you like me." Me too. I mean, uh..." I laughed. "I like you a lot." Trish will be home soon." What?" I looked at the kitchen clock. "Yeah. Hey, uh ... Tiffany?" Hmmm?" Do you have like ... sex and everything?" Ummmm..." She seemed to think.