Abby, you sat here with Abbigail, the daughter of one of the fishermen of the village. "I was just rapt in thoughts, did you say something?" You tried... to look happy and it seemed to have worked. "I was just asking what you wanted to do for your 18th birthday, since you're going to be a man in a few hours." The voice of her becoming more and more teasing towards the end of the sentence.Abbigail Doster was a real beauty, light skin, about 5'4 tall, not fat, but not slim either, luscious breasts. It felt wonderful to fill her pussy with my spunk. When it was over, I was pretty spent. I had just come twice in about 20 minutes, and I needed to rest. Greg was just getting started, so he told me to take a seat. relax, and watch the show.Marsha and Donna got into bed with Greg and started to lick his cock up and down, like cats cleaning their paws. They had their tongues all over his shaft and balls, and also in each other's mouths. One kind of lifted Greg up and started to work on his ass.. It was no more than a flash that left nothing more than an after- image. It was that after-image that I examined so repeatedly. I saw firm, upthrust breasts, and a flash of dense pubic hair at the base of a flat abdomen... and then she pulled the robe closed without comment.I'd gone in to ask her if she'd like to play some tennis and for a moment was tongue tied, standing there, staring at her."How're you doing, Billy?" she asked as she belted her robe."Doin' OK, Mom," I replied, trying to. What do you say? No? Yes? You feel jealous; you don’t want him seeing her again; you don’t him touching her again; you don’t him fucking her again do you? But there is nothing you can do about it. Once you take that step; once you ask your wife to cuckold you; once she fucks another man with your permission your marriage changes. Your throat feels dry. You try to speak and the only word that comes out is “When?” “I thought we should leave that for Frank to decide.” She replies. “LEAVE IT TO.