Melissa uncorks the bottle and pours the bubbly to the top of our glasses.Holding her glass up, Melissa proposes a toast. “My loving husband, here i... to fulfilling all of our fantasies.”The three of us bring our glasses together and the sound of crystal hitting crystal fills the air. In a single gulp, I empty my glass as Melissa and Liz giggle at the perplexed look on my face. Liz moves next to me and now I have two beautiful women on either side of me. My wife goes on to explain the sudden. Positioning myself between heropen thighs I quickly set to work with my lips and tongue and at onceLisa began moaning softly in her dreamy pleasure. Her hand came andrested on the back of my head, gently pressing me closer to her needysex."That's right darling," Lisa cooed. "Worship your goddess. That's a goodboy."And worship her I did. I worshiped her through three orgasms. Kept onworshiping her even when her thighs clamped around my head so tightlythat it felt like they were about to crush my. "Fuck me in the car," I added. She walked around the the back of the car, looked around cautiously, lifted her skirt and leaned on the trunk of the car. "Fuck me right here," she said. "This won't take long," I informed her. She reached around and separated the cheeks of her ass and spread her feet apart, given me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. I undid my shorts and took my cock in my hand. I rubbed the head on her tail bone and slid it down against her anus, rubbing gobs of wetness. That’s how your mother and I met, and ended up together, and got married,” I said. I glanced over worriedly at Riley, wondering if we’d said too much to Abby, wondering if her 14-year-old mind was mature enough to handle it.“Ohmygod, Mom,” Abby finally blurted. “You were 15?!? I can’t believe it. And I can’t believe Grampa and Grandma knew all about it!”Over the years, Riley and I had talked, in theoretical terms, about what we might tell our children about how we met, and if we’d discuss The.