I must have been on a trigger edge because before I could stop, I was drenching my panties with my female juices and I was happy the commode was under...eath us because my liquids were running straight down into the pristine water inside the porcelain throne.The sounds of Esteban groaning his release of pent-up creamy deposits happened at the same time that I could feel the vibration of my new mom’s orgasm. She filled her mouth with her saliva like she was expecting a hard cock to follow my. As soon as I stepped into the silky knickers, memories of my teenageyears flooded back. The times when I'd been alone in the house and hadsneaked into my mother's bedroom to try on her underwear. She had hadundies like these knickers, soft and cool against the cheeks of mybottom, the feminine fabric enclosing my maleness with illicitsensuousness...I suddenly realised that my wife was grinning broadly. "I can see youlike wearing those," she laughed. I felt myself blushing. Putting. Stephanie was a quote/unquote "very close" friend of mine who I had known for several years. She was 27 years old, and stood about 5 feet 6 inches tall. She had light curly reddish hair past the middle of her back, and her tight faded jeans accentuated an alluring ass that could stop traffic. Her breasts were somewhere between small and medium in size, and their firmness never ceased to amaze me. She also had a very enchanting face with rather narrow elegant lips, and her eyes were of a burnt. Was it fear, was it excitement, a combination of both, she no longer cared. Her eyes widened as her mouth was being invaded by Mary's tongue. Frozen she didn't know what to do. Mary held Sam's head softly as her tongue snaked around Sam's mouth. Reaching down Mary caressed her her firm breast. Circling the flesh colored areola with her finger, Sam inhaled with short quick breaths. She felt her nipple respond as Mary rolled it between her fingers and thumb. Removing her tongue, Mary kissed Sam's.