I got my first whiff of woman in heat. Joining her, I noticed some moisture showing at the bottom of her slit before I stretched over her and began a...other deep kiss. She grasped my dick and guided it in. She was wet and open. I sank to the hilt which brought a groan from her, muffled by our kiss. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. She kept her hand between us with thumb and index finger around my shaft, applying pressure as I retreated. I’d never experienced that. The woman didn't seem that interested in hearing how I got the number. She jumped into questions about looks, sexual experience....which was almost none, and then gave me an address and time to meet for an interview. I asked what the interview was about and expected to hear from her what I knew already. Instead, she directed me to bring proof of age and be on time. She hung up without a good bye. Initially, I felt insulted by how rude she was and thought I might just skip it all together. But. They all jumped and turned to look. ‘Oh Trista you’re home already?’ ‘What are you talking about? It’s almost six thirty.’ ‘Really its that late already?’ ‘How long have you guys been playing?’ ‘Well Rashaad and Darren got her around one thirty I think.’ ‘Okay well enjoy your game I’m just gonna go in the room.’ Trista walked into the bedroom and threw off her shirt. She grabbed another shirt and put on a pair of light blue jeans. She put on a black see through bra then put on a plain white tee. John felt and enjoyed the added warmth and sensation as another soft body lay atop him. Yes! Cheryl was making him into a sandwich between her firm, buxom body and her sister's soft but also buxom frame. He moaned into his wife's mouth as he felt the girl on top of him sliding her hand between his slowly pumping buttocks. He felt but didn't identify the cold wetness of the KY she was slathering over his anus and then he pushed harder into his wife when he felt his sister in law's finger invade.