As we grew closer from chatting so frequently, though, our conversations became more intimate. We shared our fantasies and even touched ourselves one ...ight. Both of us described how we were masturbating, and we both came pretty hard but it was all online, wasn't quite real enough. At the restaurant we could hardly control ourselves, exchanging seductive gazes, looking into each other's eyes. I worked in the kitchen and she was a waitress, but every time she came into the kitchen for something,. The open and unguarded version. The thought shakes me awake, back into the real world where I am me and he is him and I know I have to go. I notice that my hand still holds my carrier. It aches from the death grip I have had on it over the last few minutes but I ignore the pain, not knowing what will come of me if I linger and desperately not willing to find out.“God damn you Grace.”A squeak rushes through my too loose fingers as my name falls from his lips like an oath. I know before I look. The mix of juices on both their faces made my cock start filling with blood again. Chrystal threw my clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. I took a quick shower and was toweling off as I came back into the room. I lay next to my lovely wife and we started kissing passionately. I felt Chrystal moved between my thighs while Linds sat on my cock. Liz alternated between me and Linds' bodies. Liz moved over my head and dropped down. I tongue fucked her as she wiggled on me and kissed. We never could decide who the first was but I do remember on that day described above while on the bed my hand wandered under her shirt, my fingers carefully working northward, pausing at each rib bone before nudging into her tits. A hand was essentially touching something that I had never touched before. Wanting more I eased a finger under the resilient elastic until it found a little nub. She seemed to take keen interest when it was tweaked between my finger and thumb, her breathing although.