The cheers continued from the guys who were chanting for her to get my trousers off, now this was a step too far but she was down on my zipper and bel...t and pulling my trousers down in double quick time.So now I sat in the middle of a room with my best friends, my neighbours and my wife with my cock standing up like a tent pole in just my boxers with my shirt open and my trousers round my knees whilst this vision of total gorgeousness seduced me.The dancer continued to dance round me. “Now,” Mark said, “if that was not Communal self-help, I had never seen a better example!” Both couples, by mutual agreement deciding to restricted their swapping to just the weekends when the pair Megan described as `pain junkies’ were away, so as, in Marks words, “not to get stale, as when all was said and done, they were two friendly couples, not a commune!” It was the wee small hours when the party broke up four sexually sated folk falling into their own respected beds exhausted but happy. "For real?" she said, tilting her head.I nodded.The rest of the year I spent looking at her at a distance. After health class ended after fall semester that year, we had communications class together spring semester. Communications class was easily one of my favorite classes. I made new friends who were on the football team. It was an easy A. The teacher was real cool. Plus, I got the chance to know Cecily...Ever since then, Cecily was one of the "it" girls on campus, homecoming queen and all,. Why did her nipples get so tingly when he did that? He was a horrible man. A b**st! A bastard! Why did her tits get so sexy? Clint seemed to know what the Milf was suffering. He understood sexy Moms like Sharon. She was youthful, full of life, horny and needing to be abused by a real man. She needed a man’s guidance now, some horny stud to show her what sex was really all about. And he was the man for the job. He dragged his cock between her tight.