I won't tell you that probability. Better that you believe we could, as humanity, come together in a rational dialogue than know the probability of it... actually happening. Better to believe I took something away than gave a gift.I'm not exactly sure why I'm explaining myself. It's a risk you see, an incredibly small one but a risk nevertheless. Maybe it's from being wound so tight for so long that 'cutting loose' is necessary and imperative. It's human to seek understanding. It's human to seek. Orla lifted her mouth away from my cock, and slid out of the seat to stand with Jessica and Lisa, the three of them dancing slowly in the middle of the floor. Five pairs of eyes looked across at me, challenging, daring. I don’t know who laughed first, but soon we all were, and I had to go get more wine for us all, as the mood relaxed… even though it was hard to be really relaxed with my cock so stiff (and women giggling when you are walking around the room half naked and erect is not a good. Ann said look he came in her. It's a shame to waste all that cum. I usally eat it out of her when she's done I said. Ann said I know your wife tells me about what a good husband you are to let her have all these men and you do the cleanup work. Then she stood up and pulled her panties down. She too was totaly shaved, I'm going to have to get you to eat me I'm so worked up I need relief. I can't I said... yes you can she said. Your wife told me this moring she wanted me to come over and have you. We only got so far before my equipment malfunctioned and, in total frustration, I said, “Maybe you need a boy-toy! Someone more dependable to give you what you need!” She politely declined, telling me that she was not going behind my back to get some. But it got me to thinking, did a little research, and formed a plan. The following weekend it was spiced shrimp on the barby with Gewurztraminer, followed by our ritual make out session. I got her all heated up, my face snuggled into her crotch,.