She turned on the shower and filled the long thin shampoo bottle with the nicely rounded head with hot water. She thought to herself, I’m sure I’m...not the first old house wife to figure out this trick. The round top on the bottle was slightly larger than the shaft of the container, like the head on a cock. She stepped under the flow of the hot water. She looked down and saw the penis like head of her engorged clit protruding slightly from her vaginal lips. She reached for it, fingers on either. But on the other hand it may have been a nice or even an interesting story. So she decided to ask David if there was a story behind it and if he was willing to tell her that story. So she gathered all of her courage, took a few sips of her black coffee than she began to speak."David is there a story behind your revolver and would you mind telling me about it please?"David took a few sips from his cup of coffee than he began to speak, carefully making sure to choose each and every word. I barely toweled off before they literally dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. The way they attacked me you would have thought they hadn’t had any sex for a week! Mouths and hands and cocks were everywhere – I was practically overwhelmed. It all became a bit of a blur, but I constantly had a cock in my pussy, ass, or mouth. And sometimes two at once (but not all three).Sometime in the middle of all this, a phone rang. Travis looked at it and said “Oh shit, it’s Mom!” and ran. " Okay," he said within a deep breath. His breath steadied, and he continued. "Miranda and Kristen pushed together hard, emulating a hard last thrust of a fuck, then eased off. Each rolled their damp sticky panties over their hips and legs and off. After a long lingering kiss, Kristen guided Miranda back on the bed and slowly kissed her way down her torso. She spent several minutes occupied by the firm pliant breasts, suckling and biting the nipples, causing thicker sighs to come from Miranda..