“Maybe ... just maybe I can guess,” Pippa winked at me devilishly, making it clear that the two women had some kind of mutual, unspoken accord des...ite having barely met.“Okay, that ... should I be more worried or let it go?” I asked my mischievous bride, who coyly and playfully shrugged.“Let’s just say that you were warned. Duly and properly warned, my dear husband, and trust me, it’s going to be better than your wildest fantasies,” Pippa bit her lip, even as she finished freshening up in the. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye. At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisas exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where. “That’s the part that will feel weird? Not the part where you shot about a pint of cum in me, or lapped my husband’s cum out of your wife’s pussy?” I felt my blush go nuclear. “Jesus, Marce!” “Hey, don’t get me wrong, chief; I loved every slippery, sweaty, moaning, perverted second of it! You know what I’m going to enjoy most though?” I shrugged. “I shudder to think.” She laughed. “I’m going to love knowing that all I have to do is this…” she held her hand in the air and wiggled her ass-probing. I did what she told me to do. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but Mom didn’t seem unhappy…after a while I suppose I got better at it. I remember Mom stopped a couple of times to reach down between us and re-arrange my penis. She would wiggle her bottom into me for a few seconds, push down, and resume her sliding and grinding. I kept attempting to follow her, pushing back up and following her rhythm. I sometimes needed to rest and was afraid I was disappointing her.Mom was talking to me some of.