I often think to myself I'm going to clean my wifes cream-pied pussy only to back out after shooting my load. One is, after I cum, I just lose the de...sire, and two, I don't want her to think I'm a complete perv. I know she enjoys it though. She's a good cum swallower and always gives me a kiss to share some of it with me when she takes a load. One time a few years ago, after a night of drinking, I pulled out of her ass and shot a huge load all over her tits. I licked them clean and shared. As we kissed I felt hands undo my trousers and begin to lower them. Dave’s hands ran up and down my legs and stoke my thighs. I loved the feel of his rough hands on my skin.Tracey’s hand released my hard cock as I slipped my finger into her wet pussy.Dave was now kissing my neck and I could feel hardness nestling at my arse cheeks.We staggered to the bed and Tracey sat me down. I then noticed Dave was wearing black lace panties and thigh highs. I was so horny I wanted to fuck them both.Both. Hanging her head Rebecca said, is it wrong to think about other girls. In what way, I asked holding my emotions back. I see a girl in gym class and I get these feelings, Rebecca said. Placing my arm around her, I give Rebecca a hug. Of course not, I console her. Have you told her how you feel. Beet red Rebecca shouted, no. I'd die of embarrassment if she knew. Taking her hand, I kissed it and said how is she going to know how you feel if you don't talk to her about it. I wouldn't know what to. ." Ms. O'Hare began to interject."Ms. O'Hare," I quickly cut her off, not wanting her to gain control of the conversation, "I think its best you hear me out before you interrupt me again." I could see she was taken aback by my tone of voice, and a bit unsettled perhaps by the strange turn of events. "You see, shortly after receiving my failing report card, my mother sent me to LA to live with, and work for, my Dad for the summer. She felt I needed to 'get my act together and to take control of.