Or have a small swimming party, just the four of you. Take her and your wives up here, if you want," the Prime said, motioning with his hands to their...surroundings."Tell Bobby and Sandra that you're thinking about Hope for another wife. Bet you they'll be all for it in a heartbeat." Jeff, are you sure you don't..."But before Art could complete the sentence, Jeff interrupted again. "What do I have to do with it? Oh, I'm legally responsible for her until she's eighteen, but we both know that. ‘I get enough to satisfy me.’ This was the non-committal answer that defined my reputation. They weren’t to know that I was easily satisfied, that I had other priorities that didn’t include fucking cheerleaders, or any other girl. ‘I bet a few wide-receivers pass through your bed.’ He laughed at his own pun. He spread the first and second fingers of his right hand and moved his left index finger up and down between them to illustrate his point. ‘I don’t kiss and tell.’ The tone of my voice. You beckon me towards you with your finger. I pause for a second before moving towards you. I stand in front of you, teasing to remove my dressing gown. Your tongue begins to move over your lips as my naked breasts begin to appear. You just love my pretty, brown nipples; you always have done. With a blush I open the rest of my gown, letting you see my slit. I look over my shoulder in embarrassment as you admire the view. Your hands move away from your erection and begin to part my legs a bit. I heard him chuckle again and felt his lube-slicked hand wrap around my again-hard cock. “Whose ass is it, baby?” he asked, squeezing my shaft and running the ball of his thumb over the head, teasing me. “It’s yours, all yours, please fuck your ass!!”, screaming this time, meaning every word of it.“That’s right baby, all mine,” he rumbled, his grip tightening on my cock and using it for leverage as he slammed into me until I felt his balls slap against me. We were grunting in unison as he just.