"Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, ...atching them shimmy. "Yes, they are kind of fun sometimes."After the sheriff went into his office, Tara passed the real estate office and kept walking up the sidewalk to the bra store.It was huge! The store was so big that, even though she could see the bras on display through the front window, she still wondered if she was at the right. Mary started licking the head and really couldn't get much down her throat. I could tell she was extremely turned on by what she was seeing and Rob's cock was very, very hard.Mary stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Rob."Rob looked embarrassed, "For what?" he said."I have to have you in me now," she said.Rob looked at me, "Are you cool with this?" Absolutely," I said, "Honey, fuck is brains out."They ripped the rest of their clothes off, and then my wife pulled her knees up to her ears and Rob. There has also been one unexpected bonus – her flatmate and I had an instant attraction to each other from the moment that we met on my third visit there, and Louise has no objection to my fucking with her sometimes as well. Her name is Nadia, a trim 29-year-old brunette with a great ass and a taste for tight skirts and black boots which show it to best advantage. She became my first for the last part of the trilogy of my lesbian initiation – taking me doggy-style with a strap-on cock. This. " Uh-oh!", I said. "Ten thousand men to service twenty MILLION women. Two thousand each. At eighteen per week, over two years!"Hilary asked how I'd arrived at the eighteen-a-week figure. I explained that my ever-loving 'wives' had decided that I could manage three a day, and I'd begged for, and been granted, Sundays off. She seemed amused."Your calculations are way wrong though," she said. "I'd have expected better from a scientist of your stature."I used the calculator. 2,000 divided by 18 per.