You didn't know? So why didyou say we had to talk about us?" Ah," said Janice, sheepishly, "it wasn't just you. Whileyou were gone, I've been having s...x with Peter...Nancy...no, *Peter*! He and I have become very close." 'Close'?" said Nancy, " as in not just sex but having feelings for each other?" Yes. I didn't mean for it to happen but, yes, I'vefallen in love with him." Well," said Nancy, after a pause, "he's certainly avery good-looking guy."Janice stared at her incredulously for a moment,. After a few months I asked Stan if he would be interested in asking his wife to have a threesome with me. He said he loved his wife too much to ask her. I told him about a porno with a good threesome scene I had recently watched. Over time Stan would ask if he could suck my cock. I declined for a few years but he eventually wore me down and I consented. Turns out Stan was a good cock sucker. I should have let him suck my cock earlier. A few times I would do a quick suck of him.Over the. I used to sleep over at my aunt’s apartment quite a bit, always on the couch and with no other motives. My only motive was to be out of my parent’s house as I was a teenager and being away was ALWAYS better than being home.One night my aunt decides that we should “camp out” in her living room and watch late night TV. So we made up a bed of blankets and such and lay together on the floor. She had on a nightgown and panties and I was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.One thing led to another and. Trembling fingers hot against the topmost clasp. She worked it undone in moments, and then the second clasp. Her other hand held pinned between the slow rise and fall of her uppermost thighs. Her eyes blue gaze locked on to those who would watch, taking image after image of her breaking. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across the pink hardness and.