‘Angela baby,’ I said. ‘I want you to stroke Stephen’s cock. Touch it like you touch mine.’ Angela did as she was told, and ran her hands up...and down Stephen’s shaft as he reached around his wife and played with my wife’s boobs. I could feel her knuckles on my cock as she stroked him. Angela pulled away from Emily and whispered into her ear. ‘Touch my husband’s cock while I play with Stephen…’ Now Stephen and I were each caressing the other man’s wife, while they stroked our dicks under the hot. Though I did not have any feelings to fuck her before this episode.I was having phone sex with my Girlfriend and stroking my cock and masturbating over my landline, when I heard someone pick up the landline from the other side, immediately I knew it was Anju, I got afraid and decided to check, so I put the call on hold and went to peep inside the kitchen secretly, and behold ! I saw Anju listening to my phone sex conversation with my girlfriend and getting really hot, and pressing her boobs. I. From head to toe, I was skipping through the happy valley.Finally, my seed became nothing more than a dribble and I could feel Mom using her tongue to draw the last of me out so she could swallow it down. She was breathing hard and her nostrils flared from the effort of sucking the spunk out of my slowly wilting prick. With a last slow wet sloppy plunge, she pushed her lips back down my length and dragged them back to the head where she finally let me slip from her mouth with a loud "plop". "Go ahead Little One."Margie explained the inspiration, telling them of her conversation with Joe's mom and her dad and how she sought further conversation and when not found decided to write her thoughts down. "It started as an anarchy of impressions, but they coalesced."Sweeping UpBy MargieIn sweeping up after the partyPressing bristles into floor boardsThe grooves and wear unburdenedOf the layer of past dustAnd grit settled withinI discovered where I've been.Piles of whispers, murmurs,.