Then to my utter amazement I heard Christine say “ are you going to stay out there wanking or come in and give us a good fucking”?Not needing to b...e invited twice I sheepishly entered Christine’s bedroom my engorged cock poking out of my pants, tentivly I approached the bed and positioned myself close to Christine waiting for her to say or do something.I did not have to wait long when she opened her mouth and started sliding her warm and willing tongue up and down my 8inch shaft, Sharon still. The only think I could do was to swallow it and catch back my breath. He is a bastard.In the meantime we arrived at home. We went out of the car and started walking towards the door of the house. I was still full of desire. Before to arrive at the door I pulled down the top of my dress leaving out my tits. Arrived at the door I tried to open it but he pushed me against it, he turned me and he kissed my lips and he started to suck greedily my nipples putting my tits inside his mouth, grabbing. Without saying anything I got on my hands and knees and made my way to her. She was still rock hard as I touched it for the first time. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I felt so warm and hard. She ran her hands through my hair and said, "Take your time handsome, go at your own pace." I remember the smell, it was intoxicating. A slightly musky smell mixed with her perfume. I slowly started to stroke her, her skin on her under member gliding up and then stretching down to. This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that happened at different times, and with different people, conflated, rewritten, made simple and manageable. IT WAS A GAME we played with each other occasionally while the boys were away in southeast Asia.We love each other, and at times our play gets pretty intense. We obviously never really did, or would consider harming each other. It was a grown-up version of Punch and George playing cowboys and indians at eight or nine.Wintergreen oil,.