Slowly I began raising her shirt above her shoulders and over her head before tossing it next to her bedroom window. I leaned back in and licked and s...cked her still-budding breasts. She moaned in delight. I repositioned her so that her ass was on the edge of her bed with her legs hanging down to the floor. I got down to my knees on the floor and put my hands on the waistband of her shorts. I pulled then down gently, exposing her innocent-looking white underwear. I finished removing her shorts. I moved only an inch or so at first and so did my buddy. We quickly learned to alternate our strokes or it would pinch her insides and cause my wife to cry out in pain. Soon we were taking long strokes in and out of my wife. As I plunged deep into my wife’s ass my buddy would be withdrawing his cock from my wife’s pussy. My buddy didn’t last much longer and I could feel his cock twitch deep inside her as he came. He kept his cock inside as I quickened my pace on my wife’s ass. With only my cock. "How pale he is!" said Chateau-Renaud, shuddering."He is cold," said Debray."Not at all," said Chateau-Renaud, slowly; "I think he is violently agitated. He is very susceptible." Bah," said Debray; "he scarcely knew Mademoiselle de Villefort; you said so yourself." True. Still I remember he danced three times with her at Madame de Morcerf's. Do you recollect that ball, count, where you produced such an effect?" No, I do not," replied Monte Cristo, without even knowing of what or to whom he was. Made to embarrass each other and to enjoy the temptation of uninhibited exhibitionism. "I'm game," I told her "But you start." "Okay, truth or dare?" I of course picked dare, I wanted to gage the kind of game this was going to be. "I dare you to take you shirt off" She told me "Easy enough" I said ripping my shirt off. We may know each other well, but she seemed impressed with what she saw when I took my shirt off. "Truth or dare." I said with confidence "Truth," she said winking. I was going.