Since our husbands werebecoming such good friends on and off the golf course, the ladies invited me to join their bridge club,and I studied hard on th... internet to learn the game. I played bridge with the ladies once a week, and after a couple of months we were becoming veryclose. We also drank wine at the games, and the better I got to know them, the more comfortable Iwas drinking more and letting my guard down a little. One night we had finished up the games, andRhonda and another lady name. The other closed his mouth over hers while he took the placeof the other tormenter, his fingers now toyed with her nipple which had soongrown hard and sensitive again, she tried to push his tongue out but withthe activity between her legs her mouth kept open as she panted and gruntedto the relentless pleasuring. The tingle had returned, she was hopelessly aroused, her juices flowedover the fingers now pushing in to her, slipping in tickling further up insideher making her thrust her hips as. 'Mikhail, Hank and Melinda's son, was fully-grown now, although he was not quite four years old. He was infatuated with Elaine – mostly because of her unusual blond hair – and was constantly trying to convince her to become his life-mate.The idea was attractive to Elaine – mostly because, except for his father, Hank, Mikhail was the only male of her species that existed anywhere. But Elaine knew that Mikhail couldn't possibly know what he wanted in a life-mate and probably wouldn't for at least. Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nut sack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making the sack hang almost in.