Chris was on the bed lying on his back his cock buried in Marks throat. I crawl across the bed and I put both of his smooth balls in my mouth and I fe...l a hand on my ass. I started sucking on Chris’ cock; Mark moved around behind me. I was tonguing Chris’ foreskin when I felt Marks hand on my cock. Chris picked up his knees; I knew he wanted me to eat his ass. Mark was sucking on my balls for a few minutes then he moved up and starting licking my ass too. Having my hole eaten and fingered made. And, yes, I do love him. We've always been close. I'm notabout to abandon him now, just because he likes wearing a dress. He's mydad. Of course I sympathise with him." No, no!" Elaine jumped in. "Not sympathy, Charlie. Empathy. You need toput yourself in his shoes, so to speak"I stared at my wife. "Are you about to suggest what I think you're aboutto suggest?" I asked.Now it was Elaine's turn to shrug. "I said you might not care for it,"she said.My mouth gaped. "You are, aren't you?" I said.. Well she stood up, looked directly at me and blew me a kiss. Her skirt still around her waist and her knickers aside showing her furry pussy. Then she walked back to the car, opened the door and leant inside. She had kept her legs straight and was giving me a great view of a soft and very fuckable arse.The drivers door of the car opened and out steps her hubby. “here we go” I thought. He’ll come and tell me I shouldn’t have been looking at his misses, who was still walking round with an exposed. " Again that higher pitched voice sounded tohim as if it came from a stranger.She said some words in Arabic through the intercom and the driverstopped to let them out in a narrow street. Then together they walkedthrough the old marketplace, watching the flow of people, smelling thesmells, as brightly dressed tourists haggled with traditionally dressedtradesmen for silver trinkets or rugs. Here and there among the crowdscould be seen traditionally dressed Moslem women, usually in pairs, cladas.