It was her classic defense mechanism when she was caught red-handed doing something wrong.“Is this about the little games you’ve been playing with... Kyle?” he asked as she was about to walk upstairs. It was clear he knew about these games already by his tone of voice. That made sense because Mister Kyle could never keep a secret from us. He just wasn’t the type to keep things to himself.She didn’t try to hide her pretty freckled butt and the words on her ass. “Why do you call her Sugar, Kyle?” he. I opened the door, and went inside. There was a note on the rail at the foot of the stairs:Our bedroom is upstairs.Up the stairs – with my cases – and on the bed was a cardboard box, with more instructions. Inside the box were a silk robe and some black satin boxers.You might want to freshen up after your trip, and get into something more comfortable.Actually, I really felt like a nice shower – I wasn't use to the hot weather, it was a frosty morning when I left Florida, and hunting for the. He was at least four years younger but she didn’t mind and it wasn’t long before he was carrying her in his arms. Bobbi liked that. Her need to be in control and stay on top of things was vital, especially at the office, but there were other times-–when she met the right guy-–that she liked giving up that control. So she let him carry her to the large sofa in his living room. Less than five feet high and just eighty-nine pounds, Bobbi dangled like a doll in his arms. He sat down on the sofa. It was then I was barked at and ordered to by Flex to lick It clean, Toni, my wife also piped in harshly “Do Itt!!!”. Strangely enough all this was turning me on, very much. I reluctantly took Flex’s cock and began licking the head and what precum there was and then down his cock. All the while Toni is in his arms, kissing him and playing in her very bushy pussy. I was then at his base licking the creamy substance of my wife’s cum on her lover’s cock. I couldn’t help but enjoy it all. Sucking.