Since then we love to fondle each other and to masturbate together. We are very horny and very hot. Always wet in our panties or pants because we touc...h all day long. Each time we are together, and that is almost always, we make love and try to decide who is the best in masturbating.We are sitting on her bed wearing only sneakers. We try to cum the most times in one hour. Our only instruments are our hands. We sit on pillows to make ourselves comfortable. We are face to face. I blink to arouse. Joanne lifted her finger to her lips and licked the wetness she smiled at me as she sank to her knees inhaling the musky scent of Sarah’s juices mixed with my cum. All I could do is just stare while Joanne placed her hands on the inside of Sarah’s thighs pushing her legs open, Sarah’s pussy opened slightly I could just see Sarah’s erect clit poking out from her lips. Joanne’s tongue snaked forward tasting the pleasure of a tight wet cunt, Joanne’s mouth clamped down onto Sarah and I heard her. "And my husband could be back any minute."James took her hand, put it on his cock and said, " I really don't give a shit if your husband gets back to see his slutty wife. 'Cause then I'll just have to explain what will happen to him if he doesn't play ball, just the way I expect you to be my sex slave. Besides he wouldn't be back for another hour at least. In the meantime, baby You'll do as I say in front of these guys or not. Remember who's the little slut slave here! As I told you before If. When they were finally seated, I made my way over and sat on the lap of one of the guys. “What can I get you?" How about a few pitchers of beer and a couple dozen wings for starters?" he asked. I made a point to rub my ass onto his bulge as I stood up. Putting one of my nylon-clad legs onto an open chair, I said, looking into my husband’s eyes, “How about you, you look like a leg man?"His mouth dropped, and I knew none of his new golf buddies knew that I was his wife. While I walked away to put.