But to do it well, you’ve got to love it from the very first, otherwise no matter how good you can suck, it just isn’t the same.”Bob lifted his ...crotch. He didn’t want to hear any more of this; he wanted somebody to suck his cock. By now it was throbbing with full hardness, his cock head very swollen. His balls felt loaded again.“Mom, suck it again!” he urged.Marla squeezed his balls. “Both of us will suck it, honey,” she said. “Your sister and I will suck your cock. Would you like that?”“I. So the plan was to seduce and tease Yog in anyway I can to feed his fat desire, at the time we where eating and chatting I drop the spoon on the floor so I get down to have it again he was sitting next to me so he could see clearly my breast bouncing in front of him and when am taking back the spoon he had the perfect look too my thigh, my skirt was to short and when I seat my thigh are perfectly clear to the view. I looked at him and I smile to show him that I don’t mind what he was doing then. The three of us spent the rest of the weekend together, most of it naked in Rob's bed, fucking in various combinations. I got home finally on Sunday evening feeling very content. I realised that I was becoming, or had already become, a slut but I justified that to myself by thinking that after a session like the one with Rob and Fred I would be so much happier for my husband that sex with him would be much better than if I had gone without for the whole time that he was away. Really it was for. I would watch Leanne get ready for a night out, picking out dresses and asking me which lingerie looked the most fuckable.In my dorm room, I started to build a small collection of clothing I had "borrowed" from girls I knew, obviously without their knowledge. Leanne's friend Katrina once commented on how she seemed to have lost her favorite lace chemise and thought one of the other girls had stolen it. I just sat there, terrified that my secret might come out. By the end of the third term, I.