The hand started stroking my slippery, wet shaft, working it faster and faster; my breathing starting to match the motions. The lips still fastened to...the tip of my dick, started to play gently with my head, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. The hand rubbing me harder and faster, the lips parted, letting the cool air shock the tip of my dick. The other hand was now gently caressing my balls, rubbing gently along the bottom. I felt the tongue come back out at the bottom of my shaft, gently. ”They sat by the pool with fresh glasses and Maggie said, “Interesting that you should ask. I was wondering the same thing about you. Hey, do you mind if I get these clothes off? I’d rather be naked in this nice weather.”Sharon grinned, “Damn, we are a lot alike ... I’d love to join you.” They were both brunettes who kept a trimmed welcome mat at their crotch. Maggie was taller and broader hipped, but she had two children to Sharon’s none. Both had substantial bosoms which were soft enough to. "But what does that have to do with this?" It has everything to do with this. You told me from the first day that you weren't the jealous type. You said that if I wanted to have a mistress or two, you wouldn't mind. Now that we've fallen in love, does that still hold?" Well ... yes, I suppose. I would hope that you would never love another woman the way you love me, but if we're just talking about sex, I don't really see what the big deal is." Then I would be selfish if I didn't allow you the. On her return to Maria with her breakfast she asked what had happened to the soloist. ‘Before the concert was over he was in surgery having his appendix removed. He is a good kid, I hope he recovers fast.’ ‘Is he still in the hospital?’ ‘Yes, his appendix had ruptured.’ ‘Give me the name of the hospital. I want to send him flowers.’ Maria did and asked Celia to send flowers in her name too. Maria’s tips got better. Celia thought about making a big deal of it but settled by giving her a quick.