Marcy started to move toward the couch, expecting him to fuck her there. But he stood where he was. Marcy approached him sinuously, licking her lips l...ike a hungry tigress. She threw her arms around his sturdy shoulders and rolled her belly against his naked cock. His prick felt hot as a branding iron as it seared into her velvet-smooth flesh.Clinging to his shoulders, Marcy moved her body up and down, like an athlete warming up for a competition. She rose onto her toes and dropped back on her. The warmer weather arrived and Sally’s bump began to show, sometimes we would meet Greg at a country park and they would go for a walk so he could fuck and fill my wife in the bushes sometime l would follow to watch, Sally was still loving being fucked by Greg then once he had spunked his load in my wife l would take her home for a fucking and when l began shooting my load it would be over Sally’s little round belly. Sally was about 5 months gone and we went to meet Greg at a hotel, he was. Mostly we just enjoyed each others's company.After one jaunt to Vancouver, instead of going our separate ways in Charlotte or Cincinnati or Atlanta, I went home with Kevin to spend a Thursday night before heading back to my parents's house.The two of us met up with some of his friends for dinner. They were all very nice and made a big deal out of him bringing a "girlfriend" along."We thought Kevin made you up," his buddy Mark joked."Yeah, we've been trying to fix Kev up with dates for years,". She lifted his shirt up higher, inspecting, and gasped. “OY! TRICIA!”“What is it?” Joey asked.“You have a huge rash!”“Really?”She sniffed, and grimaced. “Ugh!” She pulled his shirt closer to her face and sniffed again. “Oy! When was the last time you washed this shirt?”Joey hesitated.“Let me rephrase. Have you EVER washed this shirt?”He shook his head.Tricia called out from her bedroom. “¿Que es el problema?”“Go to my room! Look in the end table, and get the hydro-cortisone cream.”“What is it?”.