While they had been talking, Mike asked if he would let a guy come in his mouth. And if so, what would he do, spit it out or swallow.Bob had told him,...quite confidently and definitely, he was a swallower. Mike liked the idea of that and thought to himself that he would give Bob something to swallow. Bob just did what he was told, knelt down and sucked like mad. He tried to turn him around to lick his arse but Mike told him that that was his boyfriend's and Bob wasn’t allowed. Bob knew that. And she had become so very predictable. That "different" pussy every Friday, the new insatiable appetite for anal every Tuesday. Those were questions in his mind.What there weren't any questions about in his mind, what was for sure, was Rhonda. He had been thinking a lot about her. He figured he was a nice enough looking guy but was he so hot that an absolutely fantastic married chick who had it made in life would jump all over him? It was all starting to be a bit much.Leigha had her own. He loved it though.“Argh...argh...Yess! Feeling your pretty nylon feet rub my cock...AHH...Mmmm...Is amazing! Argh!”I kept on pinching my nipples and even pulled my dress down from my tits. Sitting in front of him in my see-thru pink bra and my dress at my stomach. I moaned loudly.“Shit...AHH fucking, Candy...You’re so fucking hot. Mmmm...you’re gonna make me cum!”With his hands, he pushed my feet harder together around his cock. And I felt his rock hard cock grinding hard against my nylon. Perhaps we should make some kind of pairing pact, if you will, where each of us will be formally wed to someone, they might or might not even be our main someone ... just for legal purposes, visiting rights, that kind of thing. Just an idea. But I think that you should handpick the brides and grooms for anyone not already hitched, if you’re cool with such an idea,” Christy proposed to all of us, but now especially me.“Why me, though, and not Jack? He thought of this,” I observed.“Yes, but I.