Riley bends backward and gives me a good view of her pussy while my dick strokes her vagina. Oh, fuck, she is nearly sending me over the edge already....iley: Aaah, aaah! Do you like the view, Aafi? Will you let me fuck you?Me: Yes, Riley! I’m going to shoot you full of cum!Riley sits up to squat on my lap, stimulating my cock in a whole new way as I penetrate her to her deepest depths.Riley: F-f-fuck, you’re hitting my sweet spot!Me: Good! Fuck me harder, Riley.She pushes down on my chest and. I'll dry." I picked up a towel and started doing just that. "You're a handy man with a sponge, Ed Bauer," I teased him. "Your momma brought you up right." Yes she did. Do I get a kiss for my mighty sponge technique?" But of course," I batted my eyes at him, and kissed him again. We stood there, doing the dishes. At one point, I goosed his ass. He took the sprayer and threatened, "Do that again, and I'm going to have my very own private wet tee shirt contest." That could be fun," I grinned. He. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? The object of his inappropriate desire was lying nestled beside him, half naked, innocently stroking his bare flesh in an attempt to share his warmth, and his cock was twitching uncontrollably. He was certain she had to have felt it. Michael knew he should put a little distance between them, but at the same time acknowledged that they needed each other for warmth. Even if that heat was coming from the fire she was unknowingly igniting in his groin. He. And her brain became aware, too, that this evening would be worse, much worse, than the other--that what the venereous clerk had planned for tonight was the apex of perversion: an orgy, an impossible flesh circus of which she and Sally Reagan were to be the main performers. She began to tremble with renewed fear and trepidation, seeing that the dark-haired girl had realized the same inevitability as she just had and had begun to tremble as well.And still the two young wives stared at each.