“Yes, I would say that I fit the textbook definition of a polygamist. I practice polygamy. Someday, perhaps, I might even perfect it,” I waxed wit...ty that time.“It’s illegal,” he noted, coughing.“Not in the form that I practice it. This isn’t Utah. I’ve researched it. As long as I don’t get a license for any wives past the first, I’m not breaking any laws. Technically, the only law that I would violate then is the anti-bigamy law, intended more to catch men hiding their second and third wives. I finally reached the point where I wanted to spread open wide and he could sense it. “Show me how you want it…” he stills his hands on my calves and watches as I open up and reveal my wetness. “You are soo wet,” he says as he dips a finger into the clear cream and then smears it up on my clit. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks softly. My body jolts and rises in response. I nod my head yes since I can’t seem to speak in that my breath is gone. “I don’t think so,” he says, then lowers his face. I gruntted and collapesed off my hands and knees. Tyrell grabbed me and put me back up and Kevin just started fucking my harded and harder I lost all control and started cumming my whole body shaking screaming like a slut in heat. I couldn't believe he didn't cum when I came too he had slowed and was now just slowly fucking me. Worried again I asked him not to cum inside me you can cum anywhere but PLEASE not inside me. By now it felt soo good Tyrell was holding my head up and feeding me his. Our kitchen is next to the TV room but the working space is behind a wall virtually cutting off any visual sight to the TV room. As I started to make the daiquiris, I could hear Wendy and Michael whispering to each other followed by a hushed giggle. I was tempted to look but I didn’t want to appear rude. I thought to myself how nice it was for Wendy to have a co-worker that she enjoys being with. As the motor of the blender came to a stop Wendy was again giggling and ‘shhh’ noises came from the.