It had been a long time since my last visit and I knew he was horny! “I’ve missed you, guy,” Jim finally said when our lips finally parted and h... gave my butt another squeeze. Jim was fifteen years older than myself and well past retirement but that didn’t seem to slow his sex drive! We had met online, he a top and I a bottom, and each looking for the other for a no commitment sexual relationship. My marriage had left no outlet for my bisexuality. His closeted seclusion left him little. I had waited 2 months and now here they were...her panties. The panties my "cum slut whore daughter" wore when we "played" at the playground, or at her office, or as she stood at her podium. Now they were mine!I closed the door and opened the baggie. My fingers trembling as I touched the nylon panties for the first time. I rolled the fabric between my fingers as I felt my cock hardening in my pants. My cock was straining at the zipper as I removed the panties and opened them up revealing the. ”She dropped another spoon and took his cock in her mouth under the table. She squeezed his balls to help him unload faster. She took his entire load in her mouth and got back up, and then swallowed it.“Thanks, boys, for dinner,” she grinned.She smacked her lips. Licking remnants of their milk from her lips. Her red lipstick was smudged and was wet. She licked both her palms and wiped them on the table cloth.“Put your guns back in your pants,” she said to the two guys beside her, sitting tired. I need a real pussy, man. And thanks to the dear god that he nodded a yes to my desires and there landed a fucking sex bomb in the next flat. This is when things got interesting. It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes when I saw her standing there. Right there, in front of me in a fucking green lehenga choli. Don’t look at her navel, damn it!Her waist might have gotten a little bit folded, but don’t look at it. (Don’t.