He leaned down, whispering, “How does my wife taste, Alina?”To her credit, Alina didn’t flinch much. Recovering quickly from his surprising pres...nce, she sighed, “So fucking good.” The answer widened Michael’s smile.“Would it be okay if my husband joined us?” Celeste panted, stroking Alina’s hair.Alina nodded. “But I don’t want to stop tasting you.” It sounded almost as if she were pouting and it took considerable control for Michael not to cum on the spot.“I don’t blame you,” he chuckled,. I wanted to laugh at the foolishness of the so-called "curse" as just so much nonsense but I didn't want to offend the old man who had been helpful in directing me to the best hunting areas down on the flatlands. He told me straight out that he wanted nothing to do with Bitchback Mountain and I took him at his word.The Indian village at the base of the mountain was a poor one because the people there were not much interested in working for any of the companies that sucked the vitality out of. I am more of a homely old lady due to mymasculine features. Over the years I have learned to act natural anddraw attention away from my face.Of course my wife lets me dress for work, as long as I am her sissy slutat home. What a great life. Maybe I will talk to her about the smokingat dinner tonight."Hi Miss Carol, I'm home hun."Carol was having a glass of wine and watching the evening news when Igot in. I gave her a quick kiss and went to the bedroom to change. Ashort pink satin skater skirt. As she did, she gave me a big kiss, and my hands ended up one on her ass and one on her firm teen tits. We kissed deeply, tongues exploring each others mouths and my hands roamed over her teenage body, caressing and massaging and teasing. Then i pulled off her tshirt to reveal those firm tits and I dove in on one with alot of enthusiasm, tonguing her nipple and licking all around that firm cone of teenage flesh.I was rock hard again and squirmed a bit and realized I still had on the panties.