Hey. Yeah, I am sorry to have to do this over the phone. I got a lot of things going on in my life and… Yes, yes I am. Yeah. I’m calling from her ...phone number. Miranda? Yeah my girlfriend. Me and Jess didn’t exactly end on good terms which is what I’m calling about. I’m moving in with Miranda… Really? Well I appreciate it. Can you do me a favor though? I need some of my stuff shipped up. I will pay the shipping and handling fees if you can just get it here.’ I looked at Miranda and did the. “You're right. Only five fingers.”“We'll be good,” Nicole said, her tone solemn, her brown eyes wide.“We're always good,” Veronica beamed. “We're your good wives.”“And hot wives,” added Janet.“We are hot, right?” Donna asked.“Always,” Alice said. “So stick with Frank and me. Only do what we tell you tonight. It's a game. And you don't want to lose. Then you won't get any yummy orgasms.”“I love winning!” Becca clapped.“I know you do,” I grinned, taking a deep breath as our limo pulled into the. Her knees were still weak, hell, her whole body was weak from three back to back squirting orgasms. As she positioned herself above me, she reached between her legs to grab my cock and guide it in. In one swift motion she came down and impaled herself on my six inches of love. She fell forward and her body was shaking with another mini-orgasm so I started to drive my hips up into her. I started kind of slow, but soon picked up my pace. As she was still laying on me she was moaning in my ear. ... I know. Let's change the subject." If it would make you more comfortable, I could take off my nightshirt," offered Sara. "Then you wouldn't be the least dressed one."Judy didn't say anything, but Sara stood, reached up, pulled her long T-shirt up over her head, and then sat back down naked. "There, now you aren't the least dressed one here."Joan laughed softly, shook her head and said, "Let's just finish breakfast, shall we. We did come up here to ski, after all, and we have a chance to.