I started by gently rubbing his tongue with the engorged head of my cock, coating it in his saliva. Slowly and tentatively he began to open his mouth,...allowing me to slide a little more in as his tongue continued to flick around.I reached down his body and gripped his shaft again, stroking in long lengths, as he began to moan. I asked him if he was enjoying this, to which he just moaned and nodded his head, not letting my cock from his mouth.He stopped and told me that he wasn't ready to have. It was more of an admission, a concession. I think, for the first time, Linda truly saw her sister's blatant sexuality and understood why men—including her very own husband—found her so sexy, desirable, and undeniably fuckable. Her jealousy was justified. But just like that night after the party, Linda's jealousy of her little sister fueled her sexual desire.My head, light and dizzy, tried to process what was happening. "Are you cool with this?" As fucking horny as I was I had to make sure that. My women were smart and cunning, often a step or two ahead of me. Furthermore, most of them had access to the PDAs, which could have facilitated conversations among them. “Did they anticipate my attitude and response to the Princess?” I wondered.“This is not court. My master and mistress speak plainly,” Zetia announced, stepping closer to me. I took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze of approval.“My husband collects friends, people he likes. Friends don’t use friends, but friends help friends,. "We could dress like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie"." That I like," I grinned."You would, pervert," Becky laughed.We ended up deciding those would be the best costumes for us. Becky called a costume shop and reserved three costumes for us. We were to pick them up on Thursday.All three of us went in to talk to Mom when we got home. Mom was sitting at the dining room table sipping on some lemonade when we went in, so I got some for me and the girls also."Mom," I said when we were all seated,.