Standing behind where my wife was sitting(and out of the direct light), I told her that I was inspired by thelyrics and had a costume--"girl clothes"-... that I wanted to wear. Shedidn't grill me with her eyes, and, to my relief and delight, said "OK"without any hint of annoyance.I lept back to the powder room and finished getting dressed and made up.When I came out, I was initially out of her line of sight. As I walkedinto her view, I prepared her saying that I thought my costume was. But one time happened a distant aunt of ours died,my mom & sister went into her wake that i was left alone,but to be sure that i won't do anything stupid my mom asked my Bestfriend's mother if Josie could sleep over to our house so i'll have a companion w/c her mother agreed....at that night Josie took a shower on our bathroom but i didn't have a chance to peep at her cause our bathroom had a high window that you'll need to use a ladder w/c we don't have....i thought i'll never have a chance to. She looked from me to Carol and back again, a sinful smile on her face."Whose tight little asshole is this going up?" she asked. Before I could get up and offer myself, Carol was on her feet, bent over and with her arse in Patti's face. Patti plunged the greasy finger straight in to Carol's waiting butthole, Carol cooed with pleasure as the slippery finger worked in and out. Patti must have noticed the look of disappointment on my face because she dipped another finger in the butter and waved. Fleur’s pussy was tight and slightly plump… and her wetness made her skin glisten – I wanted to bury my face in it. We touched ourselves a few times and over time our conversations died down due to the fact we lived very different lives and it was mutual that this was just an internet fling. As I was wrapping up a conversation with Fleur, Christine had sent me a message: Christine: Hey! Me: what’s up? I hope you’re not misbehaving… Christine: Of course not Me: I’m on kik right now haha — with.