(Mary did not tell her husband of our plans, simply that we planned a small party.) After entering the suite, Mary and I excused ourselves so that we ...ould answer the call of nature. This we did, retiring to my bath, but we then doffed our attire. We stripped off everything, then quickly donned long and sheer stockings and garters. We stepped back into our slippers and picked up a pair of glasses and a bottle of champagne each and strolled back into the parlor.The effect upon our gentlemen was. Moisture gushed from her and Jenny moaned incoherently, obviously as aroused as I. I felt bad for cheating on Stacey, but this girl tasted so good I just couldn’t help myself. Her body was shuddering, clearly on the edge of orgasm, and I wanted to bring her there. I dipped a finger inside her, coating it well, and then worked it into her tight rosebud while I lashed her clit with my tongue. ‘Oh My God!’ she screamed, thrashing in a monstrous orgasm and buckling at the knees. I lapped eagerly at. I made sure to not swallow all of the cum, for I had a plan. As he gave that all-too-familiar sigh, post-orgasm, I released his cock and raised my face to his. I leaned forward and planted a very tender kiss on his mouth. He didn't open his mouth right away, but I pressed the tip of my tongue against his teeth - and his mouth opened up. I then plunged my cum-covered tongue into his mouth. His softened cock actually began to pulse again. I reciprocated my tongue in and out of his mouth like a. Feeling like she was glued to the horse, she leaned back and tugged gently on the reins. Buttercup dropped into a canter immediately, and suddenly she was bouncing all over the place again.“Whoa!“ she called, and tugged harder.Only the fact that she wrapped her arms around Buttercup’s neck, and the saddle horn, digging painfully into her gut, stopped her from flying forward as Buttercup skidded to a halt. The horse tossed her head, and looked backwards, as if to say “What?”Bob had gone on.