In response to Don’s question, I started to delicately squeeze the shaft I was holding. I drooled some spittle onto Don’s cockhead. I used my thum... and forefinger to gather my saliva and Don’s seminal fluid. I spread the mixture over and around the sharp head, behind its flared rim, and on down toward his balls. “This is for you, honey,” I said to my husband, while touching his back with my knees and while lubricating Don’s cock right in front of his face with my hands at the same time.Don was. .. Claire?““Hello, John, you’re very late back.”“Er, yes. We’re very short staffed at the Hostel, but how come... ?” Then he remembered his manners. “Stupid me! Come in, love, come in! I was just going to make some hot Chocolate. You’ll have some? You’re lucky to find anyone at home, I should be–”“At Grange,” she completed the sentence, and waited with a smile.John was now operating on automatic pilot, which meant that his natural hospitality drove what he said and did, while his mind tried to. " said Cathy slowly, walking around the room slowly, her eyes taking everything in. "Interesting outfit that one..."Helen nodded."Pony girl?" guessed Cathy.Helen nodded again, suddenly aware of how she was sitting with her legs spreadeagled, exposing herself. Giving a little chirp of embarrassment she snapped her knees together."Oh, don't mind me..." smiled Cathy. "I was enjoying the view. Perhaps I could provide some assistance?"Helen's eyes opened in amazement."You mean you don't mind?". He could see half of the lovely light pink nipple. He felt his cock swelling again. Then his eyes moved down to her crotch. He saw her pouting mound, and around the edge of her bikini panties he could see a few straying pussy hairs. His cock went rigid.Janet noticed the fly of his jeans swelling, and she creamed helplessly. The boy wanted her, all right. He was undressing her with his eyes, and his voice was getting croaky with hominess. She could have him in her bed in five minutes if she.