I winced and took her accusing finger in my hand and put it to my lips.“That happens with me sometimes,” I said. Her finger tasted like her pussy,... and I wasn’t complaining. It took my mind off my stomach for a second. “Nothing you did. I’m okay with it, really.”“Not with me, it doesn’t,” Candy said. “And it isn’t okay, either.”She threw the condom to the side and flung off the covers that were partially hiding her body. Yeah, even in the dim light, she cast an impressive figure. She was tight.. A tingle of electric energy shocks through my system, as if the sun is sending me a zap of solar power before it leaves for the day. Except that almost electric shock isn't organic; it’s from the bullet vibe nestled between my already soaked nether lips. I glance back at him, my loving and devious boyfriend of almost five years. I remember agreeing with him about wishing we could go somewhere sans baby for a night, arranging the babysitting at my parents’ and getting dressed. He stopped me. I stroked his arse and balls and helped push him into my wife as he was shafting her. I moved onto my back and went underneath her and licked her much engorged clit and his dick as he pumped in and out of her.It was then that they changed positions, they licked her arse and played with her rosebud, then got her to sit cowgirl facing the feet of the guy with the long thin dick. She squatted down on him and took his prick in her arse slowly and with purpose. She shuddered with the pleasure of it.. A much more enjoyable topic - than being the subject of speeches I mean, not desserts; there are very few more enjoyable subjects than desserts - was a talk about the mansion-buying situation. Mom and Julia, with Vanessa helping at the end of a phone, had already decided on the short-shortlist of four properties. The architect had already provided a rough report about what renovations each property would need to have done to meet our requirements, with time and cost estimates for the jobs..