Christine was no beauty queen, and her breasts were on the small side. She could stand to lose a few pounds, but so could he. Christine would be pleas...nt to have around if only for one afternoon a week. He even took a shower and tried to wear clean clothes when she showed up for her first day of work.It was summer and hot on that Thursday. Bill was almost shocked when Christine showed up for work. Not that she was there, but what she was wearing. He had expected maybe jeans and a short-sleeve. A cute little red head pull my keys out and we striped and took our place in front of our mattress. When the bowl as empty the host said let the action begin and have fun. I am glad the little red head took charge and went down on my cock because I couldn?t take my eyes off what was happening to my wife. He had his big black finger in her pussy working on it hard and pulling and twisting her hard nipples. A couple of minutes later he shoved his cock into my wife?s pouting lips. I heard my wife. I could feel her pussy lip swelling and quickly becoming warmer. She had taken more of me into mouth. Her tongue and the inside of her cheek felt so wonderful on my pulsing penis. I rubbed a finger in circles around the top of her pussy. Slowly I worked it into her until I found her clitoris. It was hard and she jerked and squealed at my first contact. I circled it and ran my finger over the top of it. She trembled and moaned. She continued work on my penis and was now pumping up and down. I. ’ ‘Hmm! She probably did, girls that age are always a little further along than we were.’ ‘Um-hmm, like the first one a couple of years later.’ ‘Um-hmm.’ They were silent for a while, while the one drew on his pipe and tamped the tobacco. His friend snorted and remarked softly: ‘But most of them – if I remember correctly – had softer hair, finer.’ ‘You always preferred blondes.’ ‘Um-hmm, but not always. Remember … at Wellesley?’ ‘Oh, of course! Armenian parents, lived on the upper west side.’.