As we'd fucked over her, she had been moving down beneath us, so that by the time I came she had positioned her pussy perfectly to receive my load. S...e rubbed it into her slit, then leaned up and softly kissed my cock. "I'm going to suck you until you get hard again," she said, looking up at me with her big green eyes and dirty blonde hair, "and then you two are going to trade places." She picked up the bottle of baby oil and started fingering his ass slowly while she sucked me hard.I'd. I read books on technique and on female fantasy. Sometimes I fantasize about David. I dream mostly of his tongue on my clitoris. I know it's only a dream and it doesn't threaten me. Much. Sometimes in between licks my fantasy lover alternates between being David and being Lucina. Or David and Anne. Or Brian and Anne even. I imagine doing one sexual thing with one person and another thing with another. After each orgasm my depression threatens to return, but I chase it off with a new fantasy. At. There was a small window where you could see in there, but you'd have to stand on their tippy toes to see in there. As I was at the fridge leaning down looking for a soda so my butt and pussy lips were starring at the window. When I leaned up, I noticed him at the window. I just saw him out the corner of my eye, so he didn't realize I knew he was watching me. I never busted him for his voyeuristic crimes, because I got off on being watched. I could only guess that Joe had no idea about Bruce's. We are married.” She held up her hand with the wedding band on it. “Janice, we met on a scavenger trip to Atlanta and she asked to join us. She’s a good friend. Mary is Jack’s aunt and a widow. They live here with us. The couple that owned it died and we buried them in a little thicket behind the house. We aren’t Jack’s harem. He can only handle me.” She grinned at Sylvia and Michelle and at me. I blushed.I said, “Janice stayed out in the woods all this afternoon and evening by herself waiting.