Honest. I’d like it if we could be friends. Just friends. I admire your husband. And I admire his choice in mate.”“I don’t know if it was my c...oice. I mean it was, but she had to want to be caught.”“I did, didn’t I,” she grinned and kissed him. “But I think it would be good, knowing the father of my first grandson. Or granddaughter.”“It will be a son,” said Helena. “According to Nick.”“Even better,” said the wife. “I always wanted to raise a son.”“Me too,” said the cobbler. “But a generation. "Mom, please make me paint my pussy first, from inches away. If I fail to do it, please bite my entire clit off in three equal pieces, so each of us can eat some of it." Anna sends five paintballs slamming into the base of her clit from about two inches away, and then gets a smile on her face, pulling the paintball gun away from her clit. "If you don't finish painting your pussy, your dad and I won't let you ride the spit on your birthday." "Don't worry, mom, I will finish painting my. As the water cascaded over her body her hand slipped back down to her labia and Joan gently rubbed her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed until she felt the familiar tingling deep within her and she knew she would soon cum. When her orgasms reached its crescendo, Joan's arm dropped to her side and she let the water and the orgasm wash over her body. Well, she thought, that was fun, but I would rather have the real thing.The cab stopped in front of the airport and the sweaty Mexican cab driver. ”Bobby returned to the game. Glasses were full one more and all three of the women were sitting bare breasted. Bobby felt his shorts tighten upon this vision. All were happy and giggling. There was an increased amount of touching and wavering of all the drunken women talked. They included Bobby with their fondling and body contacts. Each sentence began with a hand, an arm or breast rubbing against each other. It was unanimous; the game was neglected so everyone decided it was time to.