The candidate must be intellectually and emotionally able to diferentiate between fact and fantasy and must be able to accept her husband's decision a... to where fantasy ends and fact begins.The candidate must be able to trust her husband explicitly and must be willing to both allow him to share his fantasies with her and to share her fantasies with him.The candidate must at all times have an open mind about sexual encounters of every type, but must also freely communicate her likes and dislikes. Slowly... slowly... And then --"Aaaahhhhhhh!" she cried, her body convulsing as his moist hot lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft pubic fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still-closed aperture, his tongue flicking lizard- like at the quivering opening.Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid down her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers. So I think, well here we go I guess, and unzip Darrell’s pants. Then I’m sucking Darrell, and Carly’s sucking Bobby and I look over and Lea’s legs are in the air.” “And I think, here we go again, so I pull off my pants and pull my legs up. He is on me and in me before I know what’s happening. Lucky I was so wet, man he’s big. Then I look over to see Carly’s legs in the air and to be honest, I came right then thinking about the three of us being screwed by three gorgeous black men with huge. She’d stroke his hidden cock hoping for a repeat later on.Wendy came in from the backyard, preparing the swimming pool for summer use. She was all smiling with hugs and kisses, greeting her co-worker and good friend, Tina Hamilton. She was introduced to Major, who sat offering his paw as a greeting. Wendy and Tina eyed the other’s body, seeing so much skin for the first time.“Wendy, we might be getting a dog, Major’s brother!” Brenda exclaimed, patting his head. Dan didn’t dare tell Wendy what.