He kissed and even licked my neck and I did not resist in any way. “The thing is, Tamara,” Justin whispered in my ear, “you don’t want me to ...stop do you?” The boy started kissing and licking my neck again. It was so sensual and erotic and felt so good. His hand then slid up my crotch and he started rubbing my erection through my shorts. Again I moaned and allowed him to touch me. I even spread my legs for him.“Uhhh…why…why are you doing this, Justin,” I asked through my panting and heavy. I then felt the tip of a dildo, or something, begin to slide up and into me. I exhaled and even moaned slightly. That seemed to encourage Connie and she hugged my chest even tighter.“You’re going to love this” said Connie. She was obviously wearing a strap on and was now leaning back and thrusting into me as I tried to find a rhythm to continue fucking my wife.There we were, the three of us: My wife hanging in a doorway, me holding her legs up and thrusting into her as Connie was behind me,. I put Sheila in the spotlight and watched her instincts take over. In less than a minute, Sheila had the hooker off the wall and people putting her john up in her place. Damn that girl was good.Then someone recognized her. Shit. Sean's catalog had gone out in the Monday mail. I had not expected it to be delivered Tuesday, but there it was—Mistress Cynthia, in panties, bra and heels and a bound and gagged man hanging on the wall. The page even identified her by name. Shit a broomstick. Sheila. It didn't take long. He got to the car next to mine, a really nice 2010 V6 convertible in a custom shade of red with a contrasting interior. This guy was cool. Just from listening to the way he spoke to the car's owner I got the impression that he just loved Mustangs. He wasn't a snob about it, he loved them all. He liked V6's just as much as their more high powered cousins and he seemed to appreciate all eras of the pony car.I loved his voice and the enthusiasm he got in it when he talked.