These three-ways would happen only sporadically because, afterward, Ewa’s Catholic guilt would kick in and she’d swear we couldn’t do it again �...�� at least, that is, until my horny wife seduced her again with Lambrusco or sangria and soft hands. Then I’d get to lick Ewa’s very small, sensitive breasts and kiss her gently on the mouth while my wife brought her to orgasm by fingering her and flicking a wet tongue across Ewa’s very prominent clitoris. My wife controlled the three-ways with great. I pulled her down so she sat of my face slightly and slid my tongue deep into her quenching the need inside me. She was salty and sweet. Wet. So wet. Her juice covered my tongue, my lips, my nose, my chin. My god, I lapped at my mistress’ pussy like it was the best nectar on earth. I never let up. Deep into her. To her clit. I would suck on her clit. Then I would flick it with my tongue. Then back to her cum dripping hole. I about lost it when she grabbed my head and using my hair as a handle,. She lay back on the bed giving herself completely to her lovers, and wondered why she had waited so long to enjoy all these sensations. She felt someone between her legs. It was Hanson, licking toward her pussy, her husband was sucking her tits, pulling her nipples in to his mouth and letting them pop out noisily when he moved to the other tit. Her senses were on overload, and the orgasm she had denied herself in the shower was slowly surfacing on this new, hot tongue in her pussy. As her. Maybe there had been places in my town I'd never seen. Only owls and other strange birds could be heard up in the high trees as I walked slowly shivering feel so cold. I kept my arms crossed as I walked with my head down.It must have been over twenty minutes until I finally saw people. They were hard to make out since it was so dark and only the moonlight lit the earth that night. It looked like two women waiting at a bus stop. That's strange, the city bus doesn't pass by here so late, I.