While my wife was kissing Smita’s boobs, Smita was caressing my wife. I was now hot and eager to join the foray. I stubbed out my cigarette, remove...d all my clothes and went to bed. I beckoned them near me. Laughing, they came to bed. My wife took her seat besides me and Smita went down on me. I started kissing my wife passionately, playing with her boobs, pinching her nipples, which were hard now. From the actions, I could clearly make out that Smita was a great sucker and new blow jobs. “Look I don’t fancy her, we just get on well.”She put the magazine down, “Yes you fucking do, you’re always staring at her tits, bet you imagine it’s her when you’re giving me one.”I deny it, but she is right. I do find Vikki very sexy, and I get the feeling if I tried, made a play then I could have her. It nearly did happen, years ago before I got married, but we both decided it was a bad idea as we both had partners, and mine was one of her best friends.“What would you do if I started. He lived in one of the high-rises. In the penthouse suite, of course. He had enough money to own the building, but instead settled for the top floor. It even came with its own private elevator.No one had ever been to his place. If Holland Campbell was distant and aloof in the lab, he was a hermit when away from it. Miriam knew where he lived because she had a talent for snooping and—as many companies tend to be—Neurodyne was surprisingly careless in the ways it protected its employees's. Girl, if I wasn’t covered in cum myself you’d see my juices flowing down my thighs.”“Which one, Juli? Which one should we do next?”Juli just shook her head and led the way down the middle of the barn to another stall with an even larger horse. They agreed, or rather Nikki did, that Juli would keep the horse calm this time while she got the horse fully exposed. And she went to work like she was a cock starved slut. Her hands, mouth and tongue were all over the cock and it came out of the sheath.