I almost went past it and I struggled to put my penis back under control. My wife was laughing with all her strength. ‘Move!’ she ordered, ‘Get ...on your four, slut!’ All my life I was thinking that I will offend if I hear the word “slut” said to me but this time I just felt a twitch in my penis. I moved on the bed and positioned myself on my four facing the headboard. My ass was presented to her. I felt my arousal reaching extremely high level, my heart was beating fast, and I was anxious to. I'll set it up for you tonight. That way Santa can leave his presents for you."Bobby and Tiffany sat around the table eating and it was almost eight that night. Tiffany cleaned up the kitchen and saw that Dylan was in his room. She'd leave him alone and hoped he wouldn't say anything else to upset her or Bobby.* * *The fireplace was roaring with a nice fire and Tiffany laid on the carpet next to the fire talking to a young man that she crushed on. His name was Jason and they kissed a few times. Then I thought to ask. Is there a Z? You want a Z too? Im sorry, Sally, I didnt think to provide a Z. One of Fred, Harold or Vladimir will have to fuck your mouth. Again, you wont know which one it is. You wont be allowed to feel his body because you would probably be able identify who Z is if you did. This whole experience is about anonymous sex a bit like a glory hole, and yet so much better. The whole situation was so outrageous that my pussy was very wet, the moisture was trickling down my. We both laughed again, but she nodded back down to his crotch where her ass was swinging side to side against him. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was game. Brad could thank all the liquid courage I had consumed. Reaching down as I leaned up against him, I patted his fly and I could feel his stiff hard-on beneath. Very hard. Of course he was. I was steaming my panties by then, so I knew he’d be rock solid. “Yeah, he’s hard alright.” She turned about, moving to his side and reached across his.