I gasped and he repeated in a much firmer voice, "Tell me about those stories."In a breathless voice, almost a whisper, I asked, "Tell you what? What ...o you want to know?"He loosened his grip on my thigh and said, "What was the first story that you read? Tell me about it."Oh god! Could I really do this?! Could I have this conversation with this strong, virile man who now seemed to be totally in control? But then, could I not?I knew though, that the minute I started telling him about that story. I barely knew her but I was in that heightened statewhere you want to do everything she suggests; the crazier the better. Itrusted her completely. Or perhaps it was that trust had been replacedwith testosterone. Our previous encounters had been casual. A meeting at aparty where I was instantly attracted to her and then a bit of coffee andcake a few days later where I simply had to have her. And now an earlydinner where I figured I would get a chance to seal the deal with anevening of at least. I then glanced around at my mother, who just smiled back at me, before looking back at Mr and Mrs Tulley again, and as I did the same, I saw Mrs Tulley pull Mr Tulley's big cock from her lips, before she lay back on a rug and opened her tanned slim legs for him.Mr Tulley then crawled down between his wife's open legs, and I watched keenly as he placed his hard wet cock at her bald tanned pussy entrance, before he slipped inside of her in one thrust.Instantly there was more cheering and. I rinsed, threw my robe on the floor, and jumped in the shower. Ahhh! Hot, hot, hot! I stepped half-out and turned on the cold water to balance out the hot, then stepped back inside, closing the curtain as I did. The hot water felt good on my skin. I grabbed the bar and started soaping up, starting with my shoulders and arms. I thought of Sandy from the night before and me catching her right here, brushing her teeth. My view of her butt as I sat on the tub's edge. She's a beautiful woman. An.