She was wearing a wisp of a thong. My wife knelt further down, pulling the thong with her. Alyson stepped out of the clothing bunched on the floor whi...e fully revealing her body to us.My wife, kneeling, began sniffing the sweet fragrance of Alyson's pussy. Light licks of her mound started Alyson’s hips pushing forward for more direct contact. I had reached around from behind to caress and stroke her expanding breast and nipples.My wife began to eat Alyson in earnest. Alyson subconsciously. A variety of alcoholic drinks were hammered home, as the men tried to outdo one another, drinking more and more. Joseph had been quite the drinker back in college, but that was a long time ago, and he quickly became inebriated. Extremely inebriated. Meanwhile, all the brittle, overly tanned, disgustingly thin wives, the scars of their various plastic surgeries invisible yet no less obvious, could barely stand Yvette and her natural, unaffected beauty and curves. While Yvette struggled to keep a. I had no clue what he was doing as I watched him walk over to my side of the bed, and throw off the bed sheets. I could not believe what was happening! Right away Harry attempted to shove down my pants but before he could I sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down all at once exposing his 7 incher. He pulled me up and we made out for what seem like forever but it didn't last long because he pulled away from my mouth and tore off my shorts revealing my 7 incher and sucked me off. I loved the. I was also on pins and needles about the ‘maybe’ sale of a manuscript my literary agent, Sal Singleton, claimed he was about to land with a dream publisher. This was the third ‘maybe’ for this manuscript, and I knew if I didn’t get out of New York and do something to occupy my mind, I’d go crazy. Julie and I had taken the route from Charleston and Hilton Head that ran through the little waterside town of Beaufort, South Carolina, a sleepy antebellum village that had been the venue of more than.