Then he sat on the couch in the den with his head in his hands. He wanted to cry. How had this happened to him? Just 48 hours ago he and his wife had ...een blissfully happy. Now he was as miserable and dejected as he thought it possible to be. Next door, he could hear Jason cracking jokes in the shower and heard Trish laughing. He hoped against hope the joke wasnt about him. After ten minutes or so, the sound of their voices and laughter had been replaced by an unmistakable and familiar. He began sneaking into my room after his parents were asleep on days we couldn’t find another time to be privately together. He was getting pretty good at eating my pussy, among other stimulating activities, and I swear he had a constant hard on which I relieved as often as practical.When uncle sent us on a project out in the back part of the farm, we packed a lunch and a blanket on the four wheeler along with the tools we would need. It was a warm day and when it got to lunch we broke out the. But hopefully later. She sits down on the couch near Donald. They have a front row seat for what is to transpire.Maude sits on the dining room chair facing them, lifting the front of her dress to her thighs and spreads her legs a bit for Dorothy to have a good view of the cunt she so loves.Maude tells Emma to come to her, and she gets off Donald’s lap and comes to stand beside Maude. Maude lifts her dress up to her waist and tells her to hold it there. Then she slowly lowers Emma’s panties. Closing my eyes and with one hand inside my top, the other firmly between my legs, I started my fantasy ride. Tweaking my nipples between thumb and forefinger, I used my other hand to start slowly rubbing my vulva, helping the juices to flow even more than they had been.Deciding I was nearly ready, that hand started to focus a little more, with two fingers rubbing my out lips in parallel, occasionally bringing them together to plunge into my waiting cunt, accompanied by a satisfied grunt,.