"Cal, areyou all right?" she asked gently as he settled into the driver's seat,buckled himself in and took off. Letting Fen pass him, he sighed andloo...ked up at the ceiling of his jeep. The gray fabric was tinged blackas he drove towards town and away from the sunset. He pulled over andgot out. "Cal?" she asked worriedly, afraid that something had happenedto her lover. She and Miranda got out as Cal sat down with a blank lookon his face."What happened to your horns and wings?" Cal asked. . After submitting my wife to the lifestyle and having a few threesomes under our belt, she likes to refer to herself as a veteran already. Now to add to her role as the becoming professional she calls herself, she has actually given myself and any guys I may have invited to join us for funzies, a taste of our own medicine. Here I was thinking two guys decimating a tiny framed hot ass would require little to barely any work at all but damn, I was sadly mistaken! One evening following some. "I'm cumming!" I squirted a long rope of cum that flew into the air about two feet, coming to rest on Niki's arm as she continued to, slowly, milk my penis. I did about two or three very little squirts, that went on her fingers and then I just oozed a little bit. Niki was still, slowly, milking my penis, pulling the foreskin right back, until every last drop of cum came out. "Happy birthday, John." Niki then let go of my penis and picked up the flannel. She held my penis again and wiped away. My worries were for nothing the first two weeks Denise was there. The weather turned cool the day after she arrived – too cool to use the tub, at least for me. Denise spent a few evenings in it (in her bikini) after spending her days pounding the pavement looking for work. She had a degree in business management – the hot ticket of the eighties and nineties of the last century. So she wasn't keen about taking something not equal to her abilities and education.After three weeks, the weather.