I looked at the boxes, couldn’t believe we had so many things after only four years in our two-bedroom apartment. I didn’t know where to start. I ...couldn’t even find my coffee pot to make coffee. Mildly depressed, I pulled out a chair in the kitchen to sit on and sighed.At that time the phone rang. It was Mandy, my coworker. She invited me to her house for a brunch: “No trouble at all! There are just four or five of us. All housewives. Our husbands are playing their usual Saturday morning. By that time she had started sweating and sprinkling her juices. She was moaning curving herself and I was getting High on her whiff.The smell of her pussy was making me go crazy, being unable to concentrate on anything else, I kept on smelling her hair, her neck, boobs. Incapable to tease her sexually any more, now the ball was on her court she had full control over me, She was jerking my dick really fast but softly, she even took it in her mouth, I was on the back seat. She knows how to play. He informed everyone of this and then got up to leave. His three slaves followed suit after some good-byes.He led them to the truck and opened the doors for them, “Silk and Stacey in the back seat and Syndee up front next to me,” he said as he walked around to his side. Once inside he turned to Syndee after he started the truck and kissed her as he slid his hand up her leg and under her skirt.Silk leaned around them and turned up the radio, which was on country. She then began to sing to it as. It was an impressive toy, lifelike and almost ten inches long. "Spit on it."That broke the spell for a moment, Erica said, "What?" Spit on it. You'll need the lubrication plus it looks really sexy all shiny."Erica paused and did as she was told. The glob of spit ran down the shaft and hit her hand. She then rubbed it in and had to agree with Helen, the off-pink color glistened from her spit and it also made it easier to stroke. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air as Helen touched the back.