She squeezed some on her middle finger and showed me how to slip it into the top of Cindi’s slit. I watched as Cindi’s mother gave Cindi a very go...d orgasm using her finger. It turned out that Cindi was a screamer and a creamer. At first I thought that it was strange that her mother would be doing that to her in the first place but at the same time I found it to be the most erotic thing that I had seen or heard of before. Cindi’s mother had to put her hand between Cindi’s breasts and hold her. Ann and I began telling each other about our favorite sexual behaviors. It seemed like neither one of us would be satisfied, until we one upped the other in our stories.I began by telling Ann how my wife enjoys when I tease her, by pulling out and make her beg me to stick my cock back into her pussy or ass. I added, "I make my wife inch her ass up to my cock and reinsert my cock herself."Ann's voice began to crackle with excitement, as she told me how she would bring her husband, Frank, right. ‘Take off your dress, Madeleine.’ I slowly, as taught by Mistress Pickles, unlaced the bodice of my dress and opened it to display my breasts. She may have growled at that point. Her eyes were dark in the subtle lighting of the room, candles reflected in their depths. The dress removed, I slid down the petticoat and stood with the corset visible and my breasts hanging slightly above it. Beneath the corset she could see quite plainly the almost transparent silk that covered my privy parts and. .. Im just.... addicted.... I want more..... Damn.... I said too much didnt I...." "No... No!.... You didn't..... I mean I know I'm straight and all that but...."(Laughs out loud)"What? Why are you laughing?" Did you not hear what you just said? Straight? Really?" "Okay.... a little Bi... but I still love women. But anyways like I was saying.... I think your a cool guy... and the only guy I would ever mess with. You definitely know how to get me off." So what are you trying to say Craig?... Do.