In no time at all we had our cloths off and me on top of her while she layed on the couch. I had my hands on the back side of her calfs with her legs ...angled out at fourty five degree. I was sucking on her thumb sized right nipple and tit with her right hand on the back of my head pulling me into her massive tit flesh. Crap, there was long moments where I couldn't breath with her hand pulling me into her boob. At the same time I was fucking her earning pussy with my super hard dick, my right. “Is that all the farther you can get your tongue inside me?” My wife asked.She added, “Mark goes way deeper when his tongue is down there.” I love it when she compares me to Mark, though I don’t hear it enough. My wife has gotten better at pointing out my (sexual) inadequacies, but it’s something I crave, especially in the bedroom. I love the feeling I get when she describes them, but also her sexual dominance and power is very erotic and sensual. I thrust my tongue into her pussy as if I. I moved and knelt between Pam’s spread legs, and proceeded to massage oil down her thighs, legs and feet. All the while I gazed lustfully at her lovely open pink pussy. I glanced briefly at Frank and Lisa. He knelt beside her while he rubbed oil on her legs. I decided to take the initiative with Pam. I grasped her legs and placed one over each shoulder. Her pussy opened. It looked inviting. I dipped my face forward and stroked my tongue along the length of her vulva. She tasted wonderful. Her. " I've heard enough from the both of you get busy and set the table for dinner. Bobbi, you'll wear the clothes till your Father gets home and decides what to do with you."The table was set and Dad arrived home. I hung back in the kitchen as I tried to avoid the confrontation. I could hear Mom and Dad talking in the other room but couldn't make out was being said. I knew it had to be Mom filling Dad in on what had transpired with his sissy son that day. It was then that Carol came in.