We weren't religious fundamentalists. Neither of us believed that dancing was inherently evil. I also felt that a successful marriage was based on mut...al trust. In my heart I recognized that this was one of those situation where I was going to have to trust my wife. I smiled at Katie and told her that I trusted her and if she wanted to dance with a man while she was at Brady's it would be fine with me. When she heard me say that Katie smiled, but then stared at me for a moment. Finally she. "Becca will love it and you'll give me no choice but to trust and respect you greatly." Miss Cara's fingers slide up and down the entrance of the nubile hole. They make Stacy's whole body tremble as they indulge her soft, pink, aroused tissue. "On Monday afternoon, if you've been a good girl, I'll let you out," Cara promises, removing her fingers from Stacy's soaking pussy. Oh god! Stacy's body is swathed with relief as she manages to stop herself from orgasming. An orgasm that surely would. Darling, Patty is not my first girl fuck and, if you are OK with it, she won't be my last. You are not the first man I have fucked, and if you are OK with my doing it, you won't be my last. We have never talked about our past experiences but if you ever want to hear any or all of mine, you but have to ask. I would love to tell you. It makes me hot as hell. As I said, if you agree, you won't be my last male fuck. Nor do I expect to be your last girl fuck.Charley appeals to me the same way Patty. "Shut the door," I said.While he did that I unbuttoned my white school blouse.When he turned he watched like a mouse before a snake as my fingers popped button after button."Fuck me," he mouthed as I pulled the two sides of my blouse apart to expose my naked tits to his eyes."Come here," I invited.His hands were rough as he mauled me, god it was so nice! I pulled him down onto my bed and we kissed and all the time his hands were pulling and squeezing me. I unzipped his pants and pulled his hard.