Again I got into a rhythm, this time fucking my wifes cunt as she licked and fingered our friends cunt. After only a few minutes we were all close to ...oming. Nicki started the chain reaction, screaming through the gag and pulling against the handcuffs and ropes, Caroline followed and then it was my turn. I quickly pulled out of Caroline, pushed her to one side and knelt against her head. A couple of quick handstrokes and I came in a gush hitting first Carolines face and then Nickis fanny and. I had no intention of getting doggie on the hard floor. I cleared the opposite end table, dragged it around the bed and positioned it three feet away, the length of the arm. I covered the top with layers of newspaper as protection; I wanted no telltale scratches or any possible oil stains. On the table this side I piled Mom's collection of oils and lubricants. I had steered clear of the attic."OK, Matthew," I said. "This is it."I lifted the machine-surprisingly heavy for so small a device-set. She told me not on the third day because her husband would be back in town. So of course I chose that day. It's now 1:04 a.m. on the the third day, and I am slowly sneaking up the stairs trying to find her bedroom. I finally find it, across from a spare bedroom. She and her husband are both sleeping. I sneak into her room, and walk toward a chest of drawers, opposite of the bed. I open the top drawer to find various socks, panties, thongs, and g-strings. I take out a thong and press it to my. She went on: “…I mean were you shocked that I’d said that?” “Not at all. I thought it demonstrated exquisitely good taste.” She smiled at me. “I thought you’d come up with confident, cocky comment like that.” She lowered her cup. “Were you excited, then?” I might have imagined it, but I swear she pushed those magnificent boobs just a little further forward as she said it, as if she wanted to remind me of the potential delights on offer. I felt a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, and took.