I barely controlled the urge to wrap my arms protectively around her. I looked around the room, registering every person who might be a danger to her....William Thorne and his cronies were watching us. Noticing my stare, they looked away."Morgan isn't going to wait much longer." Celia took a bite from the sandwich on her tray. Her chewing gave me time to regain some balance. "We figure Elis will be more comfortable if you and I are already a couple." Huh?" A surprisingly adept response. She walked over to where I was standing, tilted her head back, presenting her full, red lips to be kissed. One of her hands groped my crotch, quickly finding the head of my cock and squeezing the rapidly engorging knob. Both of my hands were full of her ass cheeks as I sucked her long, pointed tongue, which had so very recently been buried in my wife's fuckhole and asshole.When we came up for air I glanced over at Debbie, who was sitting in a desk chair, legs spread wide, fingering her cunt.. ” i replied“ooookay. well my shoes don’t smell that much. You wanna smell my feet?”i couldn’t believe what i just heard. she asked if i wanted to smell her feet.“sure. but we have to be quiet so we don’t wake my sister.” i told her“ok lets go in on your couch.”so we quitely walk in and sit on opposite ends on the couch. she slowly brings her feet up and place them in my lap. i layed down and put both feet on my face and started smell. From Claire. “Would you care to visit us while you’re there?” she asked. “We could have dinner, and you could stay overnight. No need to rush back to Wilmington, I hope!”“I’d love to! I’m looking forward to meeting you, after all Mike has said about you!” (And what woman can’t resist checking out the competition?)“It’s a date, then! We’ll pick you up wherever you are, and we’ll go straight to the restaurant. The best French food in Newark, I’m told.”And that was how I found myself after the.