By evening, the inhibitions were nearly non-existent with all the alcohol we’d consumed. But Casey surprised everyone by saying, “Hey, Jon, you’...re going to stare holes through Janna’s shirt.”We all laughed, but Jon said, “I can’t help myself, man. Your wife has primo tits.”“You should see them naked,” Casey bragged. “Go on, honey, flash your girls for Jon.”I started to protest when Liza said, “Please? I’d like to see them too.”Jon chimed in, “Yeah, come on, Janna. Show me your tits.”“Oh, what. To his credit he seems to understand and compensates with gentleness, which delights us both.“You feel so good inside,” he says, and buries his face in my hair. “You’re so beautiful. I had to have you, had to…”“I’m glad you’re having me,” I sigh as he moves that solid, tender girth as far in as he can get.“I never knew it could be like this, with a woman like you… Oh Lord. The world is so big, so big…”“Vast and fabulous…”“So rich…”“Yes…”“Fertile…”“Mmmm… yes…”Our voices blend until no one can. I had to take my shirt off and lay on her portable little table thing. I have to admit it did feel lgood after a while and I started to relax. When Stacey moved in front of me, to get better leverage on my shoulder, I was staring right at her croth. I was able relax even more since I was staring at her camel toe, and started to day dream about it. After a few minutes I was kinda hard and sthen she told me to roll onto my back. Knowing I was hard, I suggested I stay on my stomach, but she would. It was like being attacked by a cross between an vagina and a python. I found that she liked to have her asshole probed while I was sucking on her clit, and I was happy to oblige. I had always enjoyed a blow job better when the lady had a finger in my ass, so it was not surprising to me that she would like something similar. At one point I slipped a hand under the chair cushion to find the dildo another lady friend had left a few days earlier. It was the "double" type, with a second probe for.