“Well,” said Shanthi, ‘I want to taste Lillian’s pussy now.” The girls changed positions and this time Lillian and Shanthi got in 69 positio...n. Reshma lay beside the girls on the bed and started to play with her own pussy. “Oh yeah,” moaned Reshma. “Eat that pussy good girls and after you cum, I’m gonna lick the sweet juices from both of your pussies. Then I want one of you to finger fuck me in my pussy and the other one to finger fuck me in the ass.” Lillian and Shanthi were thrilled about the. She's a beautiful girl, and I've beat off more than once thinking about her. She's fairly modest around the house, but there've been several times lately I've seen her walking to her room from the bathroom after she's showered, wearing nothing but a towel. A couple of times I swear she was showing more than normal, and one time, just last week, she stopped in my room and talked a while wearing nothing but the towel. Letting my hand drop to my crotch, I felt my erection pressing against my. When I realized that, I started to see more and more evidence of it, too. The next time I was at my parents' house, a week and a half before Evelyn's twentieth birthday, she was clearly teasing me. She would bend over in front of me, picking something up from the floor. She asked me if I could help her fold laundry, and left her underwear for me. She looked at me at dinner, biting her lip, grinning. My parents didn't notice a thing, even though they easily could have if they had known what was. As our weekly poker night continued my wife, encouraged by their comments, began wearing sexier and sexier clothes. Her skirts were always mini in length or slit way up the sides to reveal the whites of her thighs above her dark silk nylons. She always wore low cut dresses or blouses that accentuated her buxom breasts. She often wore sexy garter belts and always had at least 4" spike-heels on. Her make-up was always applied heavy, with lots of red lipstick, heavy eye shadow and mascara. She.