" Sure enough, a chilled bottle of French Champagne with two identical flute shaped glasses painted with "Happy Birthday, Hose! stood in the refriger...ator." "Where did you get these glasses?" I blurted out. "Oh, they came from the Party Store in town. Do you like 'em?" "I LOVE 'em!!! Do ya want a glass now?" "Sure, let's do it." I'm no sommelier but I had tasted champagne during New Years Eve parties and I knew how to open champagne bottles. It was a good thing that it wasn't Chardonnay. That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages. I know it’s a lot to ask, Peter, but would you mind sleeping in the spare room for a while? I promise I’ll make it up to you…”“I suppose so. If I may say so, your beauty sleep seems to have worked!” I winked.“You old charmer, Peter. What a lovely thing to say!” With that, she finished her tea (nothing to eat) and left for work.Shortly afterwards, I got a phone call from Jennifer. “Could you come around, straight away Peter?”Remembering her request, I. Then she started counting."In 10, 9, 8... 2, 1, contact!"Jennifer felt the engorrged member of her husband as it slid inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his butt, and pulled him in as deeply as she could."The Eagle has landed," Jennifer quipped as the pleasure in her loins overtook her.Annette grabbed the arms of her co-wife and maneuvered them around Jim's neck. She then wrapped her arms around his chest, finding two sets of bumps close together, one on each of her loves. She moved her. It was incredible to watch in the mirror as my fingers disappeared into my vagina.It seemed so hard core to watch the penetration and I was soon mesmerized and watching in fascination as I began to pump my pussy faster and faster. I knew I'd come soon if I wasn't careful so I took them out and started to probe my asshole with the tip of my now wet and slippery middle finger.The combination of all the anticipation and seeing my finger begin to disappear into my ass was too much. I was so in the.