It turned out that my wife had surprised me.There she was, naked and standing under the conical spray of hot water, with one hand above her head holdi...g onto the showerhead hose, and the other buried deep into the long, curly red hair of the woman from the weight lifting class. This same woman was kneeling on the shower floor, while Wendy's left leg was d****d over this woman's shoulder, and the cute redhead busily lapped away at my wife's cunt.I immediately turned around and stood mute.I. Woke up with a hard on. Pulled back the blanked. Still some crusted remains of mum and myself on my dick. And the whole bed was a mess. Still a bit wet. Mum is a squirty bitch. With some crusted white drops in between. My sperm and her pussy juice. The view brought back memories. Made me hornier as I already was.Heard mum in the bathroom. She was fresh out of the shower. Her body smelling after her favorite perfume. She noticed me entering the room. Smiled at me. Glanced at my erection. I. Despite the cold, the three of them sat in a park on the edge of town. They each took pulls from a bottle of whiskey, passed around covertly in a brown paper bag. It was the most daring moment of Izzy’s life, she remembered thinking. They talked all night, and Izzy must have gotten pretty buzzed, because the next thing she remembered, she was waking up in the Cain’s guest bedroom and, apparently, Alex had invited her to stay with him in Chicago. She didn’t remember the details of his offer, but. Over the next hour and a half, the well lubricated women in the room, most of whom were nurses or worked in some other capacity at the hospital, gazed longingly at what seemed like an unending supply of lingerie that, before this party, they would never have thought about actually wearing for the men in their lives. They also got an education on HOW to wear that kind of thing, which made all the difference.Melinda Flannery, for example, was pear shaped. Brenda got her to put on a long babydoll.