. Greg . . I’m . . . Going to cum . . . Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” .I had to hold onto to her to keep her from falling off the bed as she came... I held her as tight as I could as her body began to relax but continued gently licking her pussy in a much gentler way while she settled back down.“I’ve never come with a man before”, she gasped.She lifted my face up to her and licked her juices off of me, before shoving her tongue into my mouth so I could swap spit and her juices back and forth. Milliehad created a 1950's style tight dress in a vivid blue, button backwith big white buttons and a large white collar that stood up round hisneck. There were two slits at the side of each leg to reveal hisstocking tops as he walked and his outfit was finished off white silkgloves and white high heels. Millie had chosen a blonde wig for herhusband, in the appropriate style of the 'fifties. Fifties retro-slutperhaps, but still attractive.To be authentic, Millie had insisted her husband wore a. As it happened she would be away for this one, but would appreciate an invitation next time. And I thought she was so proper.Then I had to explain it all to Sally. I started out badly by blurting out that Peter would be coming to stay with us from this Thursday evening for a month. Sally hit the roof. “For fuck's sake, Sam! We can't have Peter here for Saturday night. There'll be naked people fucking everywhere! We'd be guilty of fuck knows what crime if he were here.” Sally never used to swear. I trudged up the stairs to my room and opened the windows, not that it would help being such a hot and muggy August night. I stripped out of my uniform down to just my dark blue briefs and slumped onto bean bag in the corner of the room before reaching for my weed tin and rolling a much needed joint.I switched the radio on low and began to relax as the weed started to take effect. Part of me didn't want to relax - my cock, to be precise, had hardened and was throbbing and pulsating in my.