...ah!....hmmm” when each time I mutilated her tiny clitty. To this I would occasionally push her hymen with my tongue gently. To which she would r...ply with a hushed seer, “ssssssssss...ahhhh” and taut muscles. I was so close to her randy pussy that I could see her hymen up close. Its orifice was shut with those peachy red tight love doors I kept dreaming of pushing apart one day. I got up and carefully pushed my cock head again between her legs against her cunt. She poured body lotion onto my. The way they work it is to try and make it so that everyone has some dignity. Usually, a couple of the women end up talking and picking a Saturday night for a pool party with one other couple, knowing what was being planned, then the men take off after dinner and let the wives each get their house and pools ready. The guys are usually out for 45 minutes or so, and then they drive over to the other wife's house and knock on the door, pool gear, wine and grin in hand, and take it from there.". I suddenlyfelt dizzy as the room began to spin. Lights began to swirl and spinas well and for just a second I may have blacked out. I at leastknow that I closed my eyes because when I opened them I was shockedto see a room that was definitely not mine. It was a room that wasmuch pinker in color, much more feminine than my own.More than that I felt weird. For one I was wearing a long, dark pinknight shirt when I never had worn any sort of night shirt before.And I felt much skinnier yet at the. (You can read that in my story, “From a Triathlon to A Biathlon Three Way (Part 1 and 2)). We took off riding on a beautiful sunshiny day, with the temperature about 75. We would switch places in terms of who was in the lead. I often had a spectacular view of two great asses that my cock had been pleasured by. Thank God for the tight biking shorts, since my cock was rock hard thinking about those tight behinds encased in the black stretchy Lycra biking shorts! After about an hour and a half of.