"Yello?" He said into the phone."We are very disappointed in your progress." The gravely voice croaked."Damn it!" He bellowed to the pedestrians nearb.... "What do they want from me!?" He had to hold himself back from smashing the phone onto the pavement. Everyone looked at him. Then he had a clue. Voice. He still sounded like a man.---"Hellooo?" He sang. "Kennedy residence, how may I help you?" The voice was tender, soft and smooth. Darren had practiced it for three days straight. He found some. David was now on his back, thighs wide open and my head was between his legs. I removed his cock from the side and kissed it. His waist just jumped at me.I pushed my palms right up to his groin and caressed his thigh joints. Then, I held his cock with my palms and gave it a slow gently rub. The head was sticking out from the top of his black satin shorts.My tongue slowly flicked across the peeping pink head. The salty precum tasted delicious and I pushed it more into my welcoming lips. He also. ? ?Then I softly gummed each pussy lip and stretched them out until her natural butterfly was doubled in size.? ?She pulled back her hood to expose more of her hungry clit.? ?I took some time off her toes to focus on this.? ?She worked me expertly with her hand and lots of spit.? ?Pretty soon she was moaning and began to tremble as her pussy felt better and better.? “?Mmmm,? ?keep that up?! ?My husband doesn’t do this.? ?Not so hard and a little slower.? ?That’s it?! ?Now you’re getting?’. My wife, Estelle, had gone on dates with the other husband, Ron, but he had been reluctant to pull the trigger and they had done no more than heavy petting and Frenching. Tonight, we were going to swap but I still had my doubts that Ron was going to go through with it. I mentioned this to his wife, Megan, when she arrived but she said, no, when she left she was convinced that he was determined to fuck my wife. Megan and I talked and fucked a couple of times but it was hard for me to really get.