"I want Maryanne to eat MY ass," she declared. So I did that,pressing my features into the deep humid valley of her rear. I knew thatmy wife would n...ver be able to look at me after I did that, as anythingbut her sissified bed slave. And when I was done I could see that Pamdelighted in my latest disgrace. She knew without a doubt that she hadwon and Grace was hers. My wife said to her, "Now that she's ourbackdoor muncher, Maryanne won't ever be allowed to kiss me on the mouthagain. Anyway,. She screamed when she saw me. "Where you spying on me this whole time?!" "I thought I heard someone and came to see if you were all right," I said, shielding my eyes. Her tone changed. "Aww, my hero. You even have your sword." "I thought it was a troublemaker from the village. I was willing to fight," I said."I'm not referring to THAT sword," she said. She was staring at the tent I had formed of my breeches. My erection was hard and throbbing. It'd been a long time since I'd had relief. She. Often when visiting she would hold me in her lap and lay my head against her bosom. I didn't pay all the much attention to her body at that time but loved the way her large breasts felt against my cheek. Often I would stay over with her and just as often crawl into bed with her and she would hold me close.I guess I was about nine or ten before I started to take more notice of her. She would still let me sit on her lap and lay my head on her chest but I had grown more and instead of being. Due to health regulations, clothing was required in the dining area, but was optional everywhere else. As they prepared for the first guests to arrive, Steve and Isabel grew more and more excited. The guests had booked the exhibition room and had asked for both Steve and Isabel to join them. Isabel was stroking Steve through his pants, his cock hard from thinking about what was to come. He groaned, wanting to fuck her fast and hard. Isabel was torturing him, but it was a pleasant torture..