In the following days, we did everything the three of us could think of. We fucked in every room of the house, in bed, in the shower, on the couch, on...the kitchen table, even on my washing machine. It was a new adventure every day, and each day was more exciting than the last. They dropped by every evening after work. Before I knew it, it was Saturday, the day before my husband was coming home. The three of us were in bed together. I was on my back with my hands cuffed to the bedposts, and Greg. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either. She knelt down on the floor in front of him and he stroked his cock faster at the sight of his mother dressed like a true slut. Soon he started to moan and he pointed his cock at his mothers face. "Oh my god, I can't wait to the party, here's a little taste of whats to come" he gasped and soon his thick cum was spurting from his cock and hit Sharon's face, where it dripped from her nose and her chin. Soon Rob was ready as well and Karen dragged him by his cock in front of Tits and jerked him. Finally Alistair swept me away, just a few feet down the hallway into the next nearest empty room, pulling me into his arms. He didn’t say anything, just held me till I stopped shivering. And then he brought me back, knocked, and entered, dragging me behind him.Faren was propped up in bed, covers pulled over his legs but his shirt off as he slowly lifted one arm above his head over and over. I was shocked – I’d seen the dwarf lots while he’d been unconscious, but never with his clothes off..