My wife Melissa said, "Sara, you are much sexier than me, you are young and your dark skin is really hot, I would make love to you if I were a man!" R...ally?, Thank you." Sara replied as she smiled at Melissa.Melissa felt that her chance was now so she moved over to Sara and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Sara looked at my wife and smiled and kind of nestled herself in to my wife.Melissa began to rub her back as she held her and Sara moaned in acceptance.Sara looked at Melissa and my. It wasfruit, petit fours and what I called "funeral cookies," the sort ofcookies you brought to someone's house for shiva. A Catholic friendcalled them "christening cookies," and asked "why funeral cookies?" Irepeated the Lenny Bruce line about holidays - "Christians celebrate.Jews observe." I knew I'd eat fruit but would've liked some chocolate.I was picking up some fruit when Ellen sighed, "I could really go forsome chocolate. I don't know who picks these desserts."I smiled. "I know what. " she said. The song was ending and she went back in the living room and started it again. It took her a few extra moments to come back, and when did I saw that she had changed out of her pajama bottoms and into some panties. They were a light cotton material and cut high at the hips. The panties were tight and I could see the outline of her pubic mound. She looked so sexy I thought I would come in my pants right then."How's this, Mr. Critic?" she said."Wow!" was all I could think to say, but. “Or are you just going to stand there and watch me?”Karla turned away from Jason and faced the tiles of the shower wall. She leant forward while keeping her legs straight; parting them slightly as to show off her charms while at the same time looking back over her shoulder at him. Jason hungrily ran his eyes over her perfect body; from the way she was standing he could see everything.“I don’t mind you looking.” Karla continued, her voice growing throatier as she allowed arousal to suffuse her.