I was hotter and wetter than I’d been in months, and I was blushing from top to toe as I wondered who was wanking in my pants. The list of...suspects was short. The only real possibilities were my Dad (that thought was fairly gross), my twin Tom, which on reflection wasn’t much better, or one of Tom’s friends. I had to know, but first I had business to take care of. I slipped a finger down the front of my pink pants and rubbed my clit furiously. As I did this, I licked at. It seemed to move almost in slow motion. As it entered my wife's mouth, she closed her eyes. Then an almost pained look crossed her face, like that of someone who was eating a lemon. She gulped and then she opened her eyes and smiled.I couldn't hear anything for a few seconds. The room was roaring. The girl in the mini did her shot too, and the room roared again.How was I ever going to go back to work again? My wife just drank my friends cum from a shot glass. This was the most humiliating. I did not want to give up the pleasure I had right now. I was so aggravated right now, I would be willing to think of trying anything.*With Fred out of my life, I did have time for more of Zack. The unfortunate part is he was not that available to me. I had become very horny and started watching porn. I found myself getting off more with lesbian than straight. I guess that was because I had had no experience in that type of life. Although I really had a good orgasm watching this black man do a. She walks out of the house toward us with a cheery smile... “Hello, and welcome to the show ... My name’s Jenna McCartney, and I’m your dirty little fantasy slut ... This week I’m in Woking to meet another hopeful lady who’s keen to come and join the ever-growing population of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’.We cut to inside the old house, to the living room – tired furniture on the slate floor, and old pictures on the wall cracked plaster walls ... And to a middle-aged woman, perched on the edge.