You strengthened your grip on my hair as your cock began to shudder. We couldn’t have that. I let you slide out of my mouth as you groaned impatient...y and met my eyes once again. I slid down off my perch on the boulder and hitched my dress up around my waist, turning my back to you. Understanding immediately what I wanted, you scooted to the very edge, roughly grabbing my hip with one strong hand. I could feel the other guiding your pulsating cock towards my pussy. You stopped right at the. "What is it? Is it fleas?" No, Leli, it's worse, I'm afraid. I don't know how to tell you this, but ... you've got lice." Her horrified look almost set off the giggles. "It's not exactly life-threatening, you know." Lice?" Her tone was a hoarse, mortified whisper. "Are you sure?" Leli, what's wrong? I was just teasing about it being worse than fleas. Lice aren't a big deal." Sierra, I ... feel very vain, saying this, but ... I don't want to shave my head. I think I'd look terrible bald."I. My knees were getting sore from kneeling on the carpet, so I stood up and climbed back on the bed. Tammy called “my turn,” and told me to lie on my back. She climbed up and straddled my face as I grabbed her ass, pulling her to me. Tammy started riding my face while Renee caressed her all over, eventually making it back to my cock. “Look who decided to join us again,” she chuckled. I could feel my cock growing with her touch, grateful I was going to go for another round. I could tell from. I’ve always teased my wife for being one of these people whose life revolves around her TV shows and that night was a clear example of how I was on one level and she was on the other. In the past whenever something like that happen we usually laughed about it but this night we didn’t. We didn’t fight about it or anything but I got the sense later that she resented the fact that Sandra and I were talking about things that she did not understand. More specifically about things she did not care.