Mike wondered if it was his imagination that, whenever Greta asked him a question or commented on something he said, her eyes lingered on his face for... just that unsubtle extra moment. He decided that it was probably only his own ego in operation. He knew, from past experience, that his interest could always be sparked by a fine-looking female.As the laughter and the conversation became more ribald, Agneta glanced at her watch and declared, "Five past ten. I think I'm ready for bed."Mike was. She sucks more and more; she licks upwards from and then sucks the head making a smacking sound.She sits up and I touch her crotch gently feeling her wet throbbing lips. I pull off her panties and toss them aside. Lifting her gently I move her toward the center of the bed and push her back. I move on top of her and lean in close and kiss her hot red lips. She grabs my cock and guides me toward her dripping wet box. She slowly and gently pushes my rock hard member into her and I slide deep. “Yesss....” the girl cried out. “Yesss...” as her fingers jammed into her own pussy.The woman brought her knee up between the girl's legs and pressed it hard against her allowing her to push with an inhuman strength. As the girl sank back into the soft quilt, the woman looked down at her knee. It was coated with the slick juices of the girl's release. She reached down and took some on her finger then raised it to her lips. It tasted good, like nothing she had tasted before. It had never. He paused, trying to clear his mind, just smiled and shook his head as Jenny, Sula, and Afia sat at the table, chatting.“What is the matter, my husband? What troubles you so?” Sula wondered.“I stand here and can’t stop smiling and shaking my head, wondering at what has happened to me, and to us. A few days ago I was single, and now I have not or or two, but now soon to have three incredibly beautiful, sexy wives! I’m sure that someone will tell me so see a psychiatrist, thinking I must be.