”“Aww. That’s so sweet.” And we kissed hungrily again.Then she said, “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me, then you’ll be fucking us both! Would ...ou like that? I think it would be so taboo and naughty. She’d be fucking you and wouldn’t know that you were also fucking!”“Whoa! Slow down! What about your desire to save yourself for your husband?”“Well, maybe that’s too old fashioned.”“Let’s take this one step at a time. Just tell your mom that I think she’s hot and let me know what she says. Okay?”“Okay.. . Later we went my place??We were married 6 months later.Over the years our lives have taken a rather plain turn now that we have good jobs and real responsibilities.Chapter I Now I am 33 and when my wife suggested visiting the church on the far end of town I was skeptical to say the least. But, if that is where she wants to go, we can drive an extra 10 minutes or so. When we got there it looked like any other protestant church. A pulpit, choir with organ and or course the cross hanging on. Obliviate! shouted Ron at each of the girls, as a bright halo of light enveloped their heads, wiping their memories. Just as Ron put away his soft cock, Draco burst into the room, slightly red-faced as if he had been running. Ive done what you asked Ron, panted Draco as Ron clapped Draco affectionately on the shoulder. Excellent, good work Draco, very good work, said Ron cheerily. I hope Pansy didnt bore you too much, said Draco as he and Ron went to leave the room, leaving the two girls who. Then it moved slightly to the right and Heather's little finger was now rubbing my cock through the union jack and the shorts beneath. My cock stiffened, pressing against my clothing. I leaned over to her and our lips met for a kiss before we both turned our attention back to the sport. A short while later the heats of the men's 110m hurdles began on the far side of the stadium. There were no British medal hopes but nonetheless the thrill of seeing men running and hurdling at such speeds was.