When his rectum was suitably oiled, I got between his legs and started fucking him, slowly with long strokes. Carl came out of the shower and was flab...ergasted, “What the fuck are you two doing?”I casually answered, “Isn’t that obvious?”He stood shell-shocked. Not believing what he was seeing.“Come here?” I asked.He came close to the bed. I lowered his pj’s and latched onto his cock. My lubed fingers stroked him to an erection within moments. All nine by seven inches, hard as a rock.“Now is. Seamed, sheer, opaque. I saw silky and glittery tights. Three or four bodystockings. And, in the back, about five garter belts of varying colors, widths and fabrics. I indulged my desire to run my hands through to soft, cool smoothness of the layers of thrilling tactile sensations. But then the last drawer beckoned. With intense excitement, I pulled it open. My jaw literally dropped as I drank in the sight of an array of simulated cocks – a veritable treasure trove of dildos and butt. "No worries ... we're nudists," mom added to that, as though that perfectly explained everything to them. I saw dad hiding a sly smile upon hearing that. But the other two women smiled then, nodding their heads in acceptance and understanding, more importantly, reaching around and almost immediately undoing the bikini tops they'd been wearing. The moment they began doing so, everyone else did as well. Dad eyeballing the new scenery briefly, and his whispered comment once more reflective of what. I wanted to have sex with her. Now I’m also interested to talk to her and I daily go to here living room for chit chat. Few months later we were good friends and she shares everything to me and I came to know that her husband left her and now she is leaving alone in this house from last 6 years. She started asking me questions about my personal life like about gf etc.One day while we were having tea in evening in her living room she asked me how many time I had sex? I was little bit tense but I.