Still not liking the cliché I had become, I decided to stay away from home whenever he was supposed to be there, or at least try to stay away, since ...e couldn’t tell me the exact hours he would be working. A couple of nights of restless sleep and days of working from sunup to sundown later, I was starting to feel drained, tired to the bone. I was absolutely decided not to go home when there was a chance that Ben or anyone else was there, but Ben had sent me a text some hours before telling me. Not sure of other women, but my wife and Radika both liked hairs on my chest. They said it used to give a ticklish effect on their boobs and chest during the hug.. Also, they loved playing with their hands pretending to comb it.Anyhow, I had no complains or doubt of it as I could feel the passion and love in their eyes. Meantime, Radika continued to give me a handjob in a slow pace while still looking at our act. She was looking at my dick through the mirror and was shagging it. Gradually. Her soft mouth accepts my intrusion smoothly enough until I reach the gate of her throat. Then she rolls her face straight backwards toward my balls, grabs my hips and pulls me in."Fuck!" I groan, feeling my semi-hard cock work its way down into her esophagus. I steady myself by holding onto her miraculous tits and then press my dick as far as I can into her slender, inverted neck. I don't stop until my scrotum smothers her nose. My testicles rest in her eye sockets. I can actually feel her. "Peggy," Kathy said, "you can stay, we'll say it was an overnighter. Marlene, you're welcome to stay, but I think your folks won't buy it. You might be better off sneaking in." Yeah," she said. "They never get up until 7 - 7:30 and I left my bedroom window open, so I can probably get in without them knowing I was gone. Shit, that's how I snuck out. I just hope no one checked on me while I was gone." Good luck," Peggy and Kathy said together, and Marlene trotted off. Peggy and Kathy went inside.