Yes, she was ready. One of Michelle's favorites was coming over tonight, a big construction worker, a gray-haired balding man in his early fifties. Mi...chelle had been seeing him for almost two years, and her teasing, malicious mouth had ripped him a new soul. The guy was such a loser. Every time he'd come over, Michelle would make him kneel before her, and tell her about his wife. How he couldn't get it up for her anymore, he couldn't get hard for anyone but Michelle. All he wanted was to kneel. " How many?" I asked. She is sinking into a swirl of sensations and wasn't sure what I was asking. My hand feels so incredible on her breast. " What?" She murmurs. " How many men have you been with after the divorce?" I ask as my grip on her breast became rougher. She answers slowly, lost in the heat of the moment. " Two." I pull back instantly and look into her deep brown eyes. I'm shocked. I was sure she was more experienced than that. Wasn't she? My hand gripped her chin and made her look me. Soapy water cascaded down his back and over his tight, perfect bum. I stepped in and moved straight in behind him, wrapping my arms around and up his chest, burying my face in his back and pushing my now wet boobs into his back. He stroked my hands as they explored his chest for a few moments and then he turned around. As he did, I took have a step back to feast my eyes on him at last. I had no shyness as his eyes took in my body, but that was probably because I was fascinated by his. Rather than the potluck of last time, she was at a fertile time and wanted only Carl to seed her. Of course Juan could help out all he wanted. That would make it much more fun and would help make him part of the results.Juan got plenty of “seconds” but he didn’t mind considering what Anita had done at the motel. Carl told about the experience, “It was great fun for me plying her brown pussy and listening to her orgasm talk in Spanish. It was rather exciting for me thinking about planting a baby.