.”€œyou’re my emma,” I said and lifted my hips.She stared at me.€œemma,” I said and kissed her. €œi want to ma...ry you.”She moaned and protested.I kissed her. €œemma, say you are my son.”She whispered, “raise a bit.”I lifted my hips and she pulled her skirt up to her waist and I lowered. My erect cock was touching her moistened cunt. €œemma,” I said.She took my erect cock and guided into her opening. I pushed slowly and said: “you’re my emma, you’re my emma, I want. "Yeah. Pretty soon they're going to invite me to join them." They want you to join them?" I asked. I was careful not to sound excited but I secretly wanted them to invite us to join their sex party. I started curling my red hair between my fingers."Yeah, but I turn them down a lot," Elisa said."Why?" I asked her, but before she could tell me, Rachel looked up. She looked so hot -her hair was all messed up and Denise was sucking on her tits. Rachel's fingers were inside of Denise."Wanna. .I just want to meet a hot guy, fuck like a****ls and go our separate ways, exhausted and satisfied. And for that, I'll take a guy with a big dick any day...and the bigger, the better. His job, his intellect and his conversation skills really don't matter because we may not ever see each other again. I've already got all those and other important relationship-based qualities in my husband, Steve (who just happens to have a big cock himself, as I'll address soon.) But for casual sex, as long as. Maybe we scared them off, I don’t know. It was their loss. We did have to let some buff dudes slip through our fingers, but what can you do? On this particular evening we didn’t have much trouble though. It went like clock work or should that be cock work? The three of us had been together in the house for about two weeks. We had had a couple of lesbian get togethers but we hadn’t involved any men at that point. We were slipping down a bottle or two of beer and Megan suggested we look for a.