“That would be Andy and Susan, Bill and Janet, and Tom and Ellen?“And how about Amy and Phil?” Steph suggested.“Of course,” Jack answered. �...�I forgot Amy is back in town. And I guess Phil is in the neighbourhood, too.”“”He could give us some suggestions on the deck?” Steph added.“There you go with the deck again!” Jack laughed. “So that’s your ulterior motive?”“Sure,” Steph answered.They hadn’t talked about the previous Friday night, and maybe they were just going to let it go unspoken. But on. He begins to rub her clit softly sliding his fingers inside my wife and back up to her clit now that she’s nice and wet. She removes Johns belt and pulls his pants down as he removes his boots. His cock is fully erect and ready to penetrate my wife again. He slides down in the chair a bit and she whips her leg over him and straddles him. He grabs his cock and directs it up to her wet pussy and she sits down on him as his cock penetrates inside her fully. She moans quietly to let him know how. Do what again?" Lick my nipple. PLEASE. Lick my nipple, please." And then, remembering the story, she asked, puzzled, "Horny? What kinda story is this, anyway? A mother and a son? And she has to pee? Is this an incest watersports story. You some kinda PRE-vert?" Martina licked her lips and rolled her eyes, indicating how shocked and morally outraged she was.Lightly licking one, and then the other nipple, I continued, "So she just out and announces to her son -- without looking at him -- that. My neck was stiff from being angled upward so I flipped over onto back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. From here my face was between her legs just inches from her cunt. I examined her closely. What a sight. Her lips were deep crimson, fat and bulging, hanging open. I could see her hole and her arsehole that I had feasted on earlier. I lifted my hand and slid two fingers into her. She grunted softly and pushed down against me, rocking slightly. I pulled them out, lifted my face to.