"I asked "what did you have in mind?"She said "why don't I show you."Then, she took her last piece of clothing off, and she stood before me completely...naked. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. I didn't even have to speak, because my raging erection that was sticking out of my pants spoke for me. "Ya, you do like what you see don't you?" I said "ya, you look nice." She said "don't talk, just do what I tell you to do. I have been stressed out lately, and need a release. Now, lie on the bed,. "I've decided that since we're all in this together -- we're all knocked up as you can obviously tell and the father of all our babies is my husband, Philip, that we girls might as well get to know each other much much better than we have up to this point. I mean, if we'd all been much closer, this might or might not have happened like it did -- but I want you girls to be much closer with me. And I'm talking about something way beyond just talking and spending time with each other. I'm talking. There was then an evening and night at the Butcher home in which the couples swapped for both spanking and sex and that was an arrangement that might well be used again in the future.On Sheila's sixty first birthday the Marsh's again had an evening and night at the Butcher house and this time a cane was applied to both women's backsides but the sex that followed was with their own spouses.Sheila was now at Yvonne's house one morning for a coffee and a chat and, almost inevitably, the chat. ” “You know”, said I, “that unless you bawl she cannot hear.” At length I told her that if I did not do it inside, I must do it outside, and began shoving my prick up and down, which made her restless. She asked me if I would tell the cook. “No.” Gradually her thighs opened, I slipped down between them, and felt my prick at the portals of her cunt.The rest was quick enough. I felt my way through a mass of hair to a low-down slit, a hole which seemed tight, and as I guided my tool, fancied for.