Seeing that it wasn’t going any further, she just started fucking herself on my dick head.Sliding her ass back and forth, hunching her little ass up... and down. I was getting close to shooting a load into her pussy and told her that she better get off, I didn’t have any rubbers, she just kept up her rhythm and wouldn’t let go. Molly looked up at me and told me to shoot my cum into her pussy, she was on the pill. No sooner had she said this than I started shooting my load up in her.She was. I stammer, “Your, your first?”Florentina blushes, “You certainly cannot bless me with your penis sticking out like that. Does it hurt? I mean it looks all swollen and red.”I sit on the bench that’s just behind me, “Swollen,” is all I can say.Slowly Florentina bridges the gap between us, “Can I touch it?” she asks.I nod.Florentina glides her hands down and caresses my phallus. She places one hand on each side and peels my foreskin back. With delicate precision, she drags her hands down my. Whatever my wife does at home, I can do better, I thought and entered thecontest by symbolically donning a frilly apron. In no time, I was cookingdinners, baking cakes, stewing broths, washing dishes, dusting rooms,ironing linen with Marla, Janice and Stephanie, under the Joanne's closescrutiny. Very soon in the game, I realized that it was not a contest onmy own terms - with a fixed set of rules defined at the very beginning -when they changed the title to the "best wife contest". I didn't. She slid over to me and kissed me. She whispered. "Come up stairs. I want to show you something."I was still conflicted. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she had in mind. But there was that part of me that still wasn't ok with this relationship. That part that made me feel like I was being selfish and taking advantage of a school girls crush. We got out of the car and Lindsey led me by the hand up stairs to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind her. She rushed over and.