Before we hung up, she not only let me know it wasn't perverse and I shouldn't be ashamed to be called a "cocksucker" or "faggot". She even encourage...d me to think about becoming a drag queen for Vick."I really think you'd look so sweet swishing around the house, and in front of him, in a French maid's uniform and low heels. Think about it dear, you'll probably get his dick hard more often for you. Bye now."I thought about what she said. My wife had also mentioned something similar about me. I slowed my pace until he said he was good. Now, it was finally my turn and my cock was literally aching to blow it’s load. I laid down on the floor a started to stroke my cock with the hand that I just used on John. It still had some of his cum on it. John sat up next to me and took my cock in his hand. I watched the cum he just shot all over his chest and stomach ran down into his pubic hair. Jeff meanwhile started playing with my balls, his cum had also run down his stomach into his pubes.. I was laughing so hard tears formed in my eyes.“That sounds like a much better idea, Mary.” Kathy said. “Remember, Steve is strictly off-limits. No exceptions. You know that!”“Exactly. He wouldn’t even let me thank him properly for the lessons he gave me!” Tracey smirked.“OK. Now we’ve had enough, thank you very much!” I said, still trying to stop laughing.“And what lessons were those, Tracey?” Mary asked, stirring the pot further.“Do NOT answer that question, Tracey!” Kathy said sternly,. My thoughts careened off into fantasy relishing the though of my swelling cock being the straw.As we walked to the car I opened the front door to plop into the driver seat and motioned her into shotgun. To my surprise, with a wicked grin and a gleam in her eye, she jumped into the back seat. "No looking back" she said. I raised my eyebrows quizzically. "Whatever you can see in the rear view mirror is what you get."At this my heart began to race. I couldn't believe what was happening here. I.