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Volunteer reader Part 3
Story Code: M/F, b/g, F/F, Shared Wife, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Unfaithful Wife Volunteer Reader pt 3 by Isabella Once in Ray's flat, I was naked before we reached the living room, Ray was naked by the time we reached his bedroom and his cock was up me before we hit his bed. I really didn't need sex again, I'd had enough sex in the past few days to last me a year if not even longer, I'd been so sore after Ray's ten orgasms earlier that I'd had to really smother my insides with my illicit tube of 'Aspercreme' gel because my inner body just wasn't used to the cycle rate that my new sex life was putting it through. As Ray fucked me he told me about a few times that he and his wife had been to wife swapping parties, even through my own orgasms I knew that I'd be able to write something out of what I was being told. We fucked right up to three forty-five and then Ray fired off, emptying a huge load of spunk deep into my body. I dressed quickly and headed home. I was home just before four o'clock, Sarah and Peter were sitting watching the TV, Peter was wearing one of Sarah's dressing gowns and Sarah was wearing a lightweight summer dress as they cuddled on the sofa together. I noticed that Sarah had her hair wrapped in a towelling turban, 'She shared a bath with her boyfriend at only eleven years old, I wonder how old I'll be when I share a bathtub with a man?' I checked the utility room, I could hear the sound of the washing machine running so I went in and checked it, there was a full load of coloured clothes being washed, I went back to Sarah to ask her what she'd put in the machine, "I didn't put anything in it, I offered to wash Peter's football kit out by hand and he sorted the dark colours from the lights and put them all in the machine with his football kit. Can you plait my hair for me before it dries completely please?" I took Sarah up to her bedroom, I checked the bathroom, it was as if no one had been in it, it was clean as a pin, Sarah saw the look of amazement on my face, "Peter told me that we should clean up after ourselves or you might get mad at us and not allow us to bathe together ever again!" I chuckled to myself, 'So, Peter wants to play water babies again does he?' I ran my fingers loosely through Sarah's hair, it was tangled up like bramble bushes, "Didn't you use conditioner when you washed your hair?" "No, the bottle in the bathroom was empty and I was already in the bath by the time I realised." I took her through to my bedroom, sat her at my dressing table and then I opened the top drawer of my bedside cabinet, I saw what I was looking for, a small tub of hair mousse, I also saw the box of condoms, there were three in my handbag and so there should have been seven left in the box, unless Sarah had succumbed to the temptation and used one with Peter. Sarah saw me looking at the box, "It's okay mummy, we didn't use one, Peter asked me if he could but I told him I didn't think I was ready yet so he asked me if I'd do to him what you did to his dad last night..." Sarah put her hand on my forearm as I was rubbing mousse into her tangle of hair. "...mummy, I really liked doing that to Peter but I liked it a lot more when he did the same to me, it felt even better than when he rubbed me with his fingers inside." I had to use a wide toothed comb to work the mousse into the strands of Sarah's hair without ripping it out by the roots, while I was working away when Peter came into my bedroom, "I put everything in the tumble dryer, there isn't enough wind today to dry things on the line and the trees are blocking the sun but I put your lovely red dress on a hanger, it should dry quickly outside because it is so light." I looked in Peter's direction, he was half sitting and half lying on my bed as he watched me working on Sarah's hair, the dressing gown he was wearing fell open slightly and I got a flash of his flaccid cock, his rather large set of plumbs and the fuzz of dark hair that was surrounding his cock. "Thank you for doing that Peter, how come you're so good around the house?" "I have three older brothers; they make me do everything around the house, mum's not there very often." 'And by not there I guess you mean she's away in a Gin bottle!' I saw Sarah look at Peter's exposed cock and felt rather than saw her eyebrows rise twice then Peter looked down and pulled the front of his dressing gown closed. I divided Sarah's hair into two halves and then the left half I subdivided into three before quickly weaving them together into a tight plait, finishing it off with an elasticated bobble. "Hey Sarah, you're mum is great at that, it looks good and it didn't take her very long to do it, can I have a go at the other side?" I stepped to one side and let Peter brush Sarah's hair through before he divided it into three; he looked at how tight I'd done the left side and tried to emulate it on the right. I saw Sarah wince several times as Peter pulled too tightly but Sarah didn't make a fuss. He didn't do the bobble tightly enough so I had to redo that but that was all. Dawn came racing up the stairs, she'd passed my bedroom before she realised that all three of us were in there, the rug on the landing disappeared as Dawn tried to stop too quickly and surfed into the wall at the end of the passageway. Peter beat me out onto the landing and he was helping Dawn to her feet by the time I got there, his dressing gown wide open and Dawn staring at his lower body, she whispered, "Can I draw you like that Peter, please?" I pulled the rug back into place, before we had kids I had thought varnished wood floors with spot rugs were the height of design but after we had kids they seemed less sensible and I was sure that we'd have to seriously think of laying fitted carpets in passageways. I went down to the living room leaving the three kids in Sarah's bedroom listening to music and Dawn was sketching Peter almost covered up by Sarah's dressing gown. I persuaded Johnny to sit on the floor with his head lying backwards on the seat of the sofa before taking my knickers off and kneeling on the sofa seat with my knees either side of Johnny's head, I lowered my pussy down onto his mouth, as he licked me out I felt his face change into a smile and he suddenly went mad driving me to climax after climax. I was making so much noise that I was sure that the kids would have heard me over the music coming from Sarah's CD player. After Johnny finally gave up licking me out he wriggled out from under me, "Was that all Ray?" I nodded my head, "How often did he get you off?" "Ten times here and another dozen at his flat." "God I thought you said that he couldn't get an erection!" "The miracle that is ViagraTM!" "So how was it?" "It was very nice, his cock is a little longer and fatter than yours and because of the ViagraTM, after he climaxed he just kept right on going, I had to use tons of that 'Aspercreme' gel stuff!" "I thought I could taste something funny, I thought it was liniment or 'Ben Gay' or something like that." We both laughed at that. Johnny was about to go upstairs but I made a quick grab at him, "Erm, you might find Dawn is sketching Peter for her 'Life Art' project, so take a deep breath before you go past Sarah's bedroom door!" I followed Johnny with my mind's eye as he stepped off of the stairs, as he walked past our bedroom and then stopped outside Sarah's room, I heard him speaking, his voice controlled, calm and too quiet for me to actually hear what he said, then the footsteps moved across the passageway and into the toilet. I listened to the trickling sound, then three...two...one...flush as he shook the drops off of his cock and then I followed him down to the living room again. "Did you know that Dawn is drawing Peter's...well, let's just say lower body?" "I guessed she might want to do that, I'm going to have to talk her out of taking it into school though, can't imagine what her teacher would say!" "I can't believe how good she is at drawing a human body, usually in her drawings it's just trees, buildings, cars or trains, I'd never seen her putting people into her drawings before. I can't believe that Peter is so casual, he didn't bat an eyelid when I walked in and Dawn's nose was just a few inches away from him..." "Did that shock you?" "...yes it did, when I was his age I would have run a mile if a girl's father came home and we were just kissing." I chuckled, "And in a year we'll get to do it all over again when Dawn brings her boyfriend home to play in her bedroom!" "But she's never shown any interest in boys, I mean never, Sarah's shown interest for a few years, she just never did anything about it before the last few days." "I'm guessing that she probably had boyfriends back then, she just kept it all away from home." "So, how are you going to stop her showing her Porny-Pete picture to her teacher?" "I'm probably going to have to pose for her in a bikini, she asked me and Sarah to pose together for her so she can take it into school after the holidays." "That sounds sexy but it might still be too much for her to show off with at school." "You could be right but I'll pose for her, see what the picture looks like and then decide if she can add it to her portfolio or not." "And talking of sexy, my dad loved that picture I sent him of you and the girls at the KFC. I'll bet he'd love to see you and Sarah posing for Dawn." I started cooking dinner and asked Johnny if he could ask Peter if he was stopping for dinner or if he was going home to have dinner with his family. Johnny was up and down again in a few seconds, "You really need to have a word with Dawn, when I got up there she was holding on to his Johnson, she was trying to sketch a double life sized picture of his cock!" "Was the drawing a good one?" "Is that really the point?" "Well, if she's touching his cock for her or his pleasure then it would be wrong on several counts, if she's touching it so that she can make a good drawing then it's just art, probably better not to make too big a thing of it. I'll pop up and ask for her help with peeling the potatoes, that will give her something to occupy her hands!" I went up to Sarah's bedroom, on a quick glance through the door it looked like Dawn had her lips pressed to Peter's cockhead, it was a good job that Johnny wasn't standing there watching Dawn at that moment, in the end I realised that Dawn was simply trying to blow a little of the lint from the dressing gown that Peter was wearing away from the crown of his cockhead. "Dawn, I don't think that it's exactly right that you should be playing with your sister's boyfriend's penis in that way!" Dawn looked indignant at my suggestion that she was playing with Peter's cock, "I'm not playing with it, I need to look at it closely to be able to draw it properly." "Well, I'm sure when your teacher asked you to paint life models he didn't mean pictures of people's genitalia!" Dawn grinned at me, "No, probably not but it is a lot more fun to draw willies, boobs and pussies than hands and faces." "Yes darling but your father thinks you're a little too young to be getting so close to a boy's private parts, anyway, I'd like you to help me with dinner please." "Can I finish this first?" Dawn was gesturing towards her sketchpad. "No, I think it best if you call that particular picture finished now." I made Dawn wash her hands before touching the potatoes and although she really massacred them it was still good to get her used to handling food and cooking. Peter put his football kit back on before dinner so he was at least covered up while we were all eating. After dinner and the dishes were sorted out by Sarah and Peter I dragged everyone out for a nice long walk, Dawn took her camera as usual, she took lots of photographs of landscapes around our village and she would use those photographs later to help her to draw or paint the same few scenes as the year passed by. We walked for over two hours, down to the river, following the river around our village from the south to the north and finally returning to the village at the end where Peter lived. As it was close to nine o'clock I decided to drop Peter off at his house before we went home, as we turned into Peter's road he spotted a car parked outside his house, "My Aunty Teresa's here, come and meet her Sarah!" Peter ran to his house dragging Sarah along behind him. Peter had to knock at his front door, people at this end of the village seemed more security conscious than down at our end of the village, even the back gate was locked. I could see Peter's mother sitting on a chair in the living room, she looked to be sleeping in front of the TV with a can of strong lager in her hand. There was the sound of loud music coming from another room in the house, it sounded like they were having a wild party or a rave, I was really glad that they didn't live next door to us. Peter's Aunty Teresa opened the door and gave Peter a hug, Peter introduced Sarah as his girlfriend and Teresa gave Sarah a hug and a kiss as well. I recognised Teresa instantly, she had been a first year in my school when I was in my final year, I had managed to get on the hockey team a few times and Teresa had a habit of hanging around the more sporty girls at school, especially the girls who made the school team, she had a crush on me for a while but it was very short lived as I was off the team more than I was on it. After Teresa finished hugging and kissing Peter and Sarah she came up the path to where Johnny, Dawn and I were standing, she shook hands with Johnny and just as she was about to offer me her hand her face brightened up massively, "Victoria Porter, well I never, I can't believe that you're still living in this backwater of a village!" Johnny gave me a strange look as Teresa grabbed hold of me and tried to squeeze the life out of me in a massive bear hug before kissing me on my cheek. She looked at Johnny again, it looked like she was inspecting him, "I don't remember you though, are you from the village as well?" Johnny chuckled, "I was in Mark's year at school so I was in sixth form college in Wellingborough when you started secondary school." Teresa looked thoughtful for a moment, "I knew lots of my brother's friends, 'Intimately' in a lot of cases but I still don't recognise you." "I wasn't really a friend of your brother's; I was more into studying, getting good grades to see me through to university than having fun around the village." "Oh really! What uni did you go to?" "Manchester, I Majored in Industrial law and minored in Business studies." "Manchester! I can't believe that you went to Manchester University and came back here after graduating, you did graduate I assume?" "Yes, I got a double first but I was already going out with Victoria by the time I started at university and I knew that she wouldn't ever consider moving from here to any city so I got a job with a company that has offices in Leicester, Coventry and Milton Keynes so the commute would be easy." Sarah and Peter had their good night kiss with the rest of us looking on and Teresa beaming at her nephew before turning to me again, "I really must try and catch up before I head back to London, my flat's having building work done, there's no water or sanitation in the building at the moment so I'm squatting here with Mark and his family." We walked home again, I told the girls that they could read in their bedrooms and listen to music for an hour before lights out. As we passed the pub it was dead, no one smoking out the front, no noise coming from the bar and no cars in the car park. It looked like a different place to the rest of the week, Johnny saw me trying to see in through the windows, see who was drinking in the bar and he laughed, "I don't think anyone is in there tonight, they're desperate to find something to bring the drinkers in on Sundays, they tried live music and sports events but so far nothing has worked. Were you hoping for a little more fun?" I shook my head and smiled at him, "I think I need a few nights off, I'm still tender from earlier." The girls ran up to their bedrooms to read and listen to music, Johnny settled into his seat to catch up on reading his newspapers, our newly invigorated sex life had kind of eaten into his reading time and he had several of our local newspapers and the weekend papers to read. I was leaning against him reading my book; the TV was silent, just the music softly wafting down from Sarah's CD player. I saw Johnny flicking back and forth between two pages in Thursday evening's local paper, then he grinned, I looked up at him, "What's ticking you?" "Well, in the jobs section I saw this advert for local young dancers wanted, I thought of Sarah, she's always looking for a new dance group to get involved with, but there was no name or address, just a telephone number and in small print that the dancers have to be over sixteen so I didn't think anything of it until I got to the entertainment page, our local pub has an advert, next Sunday they're doing an evening of exotic dancing, it doesn't actually say strippers but I guess that's what they mean." "And what part of that was funny?" "It's the same telephone number in both adverts!" "Sounds like they're trying to do it on the cheap." "Sounds like a brainwave to me, local men will flock to see local women stripping in their local pub. Whenever we run an advertising campaign one of the big ideas is to try and make the product or service seem as attainable as possible. When a pub brings in strippers from out of town they are popular but the men don't know the women, they have no expectation of bumping into the dancers in the corner shop the next day..." Johnny slapped the page, "...this will definitely draw in the punters next Sunday if the pub can find enough local women willing to strip on stage." "Better not show Sarah that advert, she won't bother to read the age restrictions." Just at that moment there was a knocking at the front door, Johnny and I looked at each other, ' 'Too late for the vicar to call, don't know anyone having a new baby and we don't have a coffin in the house, they are the only times anyone would come to the front door!' I jumped up and ran around the back, opened the back gate and found Teresa Green knocking at the front door. She invited herself in for a coffee even though it was so late. I walked ahead of her down the side of the house but as we turned around the back she caught my arm, "I had a long chat with Mark after you dropped Peter off..." Teresa stopped mid-sentence and walked to the line where my red see through dress was still hanging on the coat hanger pegged to the line, she slipped her hand behind the dress and lifted it, "Mark described you wearing this dress perfectly, I didn't believe my brother one bit, I remember you at school, you wouldn't even get changed in front of the other girls in the changing room before a match. Does Johnny know about you and Mark?" "I wouldn't dream about doing anything behind my husband's back!" Teresa grinned at me, "And does Johnny play as well?" I shook my head, "But Johnny likes to watch you playing?" "He hasn't so far but I'm sure he would love to watch me at some point in the future." "So, you two haven't actually discussed anything, you just let things happen as they might?" I nodded my head and Teresa grinned at me, "So, would you be happy for Johnny to have a little fun as well if he wanted to?" "Sure!" Teresa took my dress and hanger off the line, "This will start to feel damp now that the sun has gone down, why don't you put the kettle on or open a bottle of wine or whatever it is you guys do out here in the boonies!" I asked Johnny if he would like a coffee or an alcoholic drink, "Work tomorrow so I'd better not, who was at the door?" I didn't get the chance to say who it was at the door because Teresa was following me through to the living room. In the light I noticed that she was dressed very differently to how she had been dressed when we saw her earlier. She had changed out of flat shoes and sweats into a heavily embroidered blouse, short skirt and stockings with six inch high heels on her feet. She took the seat opposite to the sofa where Johnny and I were sitting, my place having been reserved by my book. I made Johnny a coffee and had opened a bottle of van rouge for Teresa and me to share, I carried the drinks into the living room on a tray and placed it on the coffee table between the sofa and the seat that Teresa was sitting on. Teresa shifted her position slightly as she reached over to pick up her wine glass and as she settled back into her seat a little white flesh popped out from under the bottom hem of her skirt. I saw Johnny's face turn into a grin and a little tent form in his trousers and that caused me to smile as well. Teresa was doing most of the talking, she was sending out feelers to see who exactly she and Johnny had as common friends. She had said that she was here to catch up on our past together but for the first hour she directed all of her conversation in Johnny's direction. At ten o'clock Dawn and Sarah ran down the stairs for their good night kisses, when Dawn saw the way that Teresa was dressed she skidded to a stop, "Hi again Mrs. Green, you look lovely, may I draw you please?" Teresa chuckled, "I think it's probably way past your bedtime Miss Clark and I'm not actually married so I'm a Miss too, just like you but I'd much rather be called Teresa or even Terry, lots of my girlfriends call me that!" Dawn looked a little upset but then she brightened slightly, "Can I take your photograph, I'd really like to draw you sitting like that!" Teresa looked at me; she laughed and said, "Well, okay then, you can take my photograph." Dawn fetched her camera and she spent a few seconds setting it all up, she took three pictures from three different angles before changing the lens to one with a shorter focal length and flipped the flash button to extend the unit and turn it on before taking three more pictures, Teresa said, "Can I see them?" Teresa inspected the photographs and then the camera itself, "Wow, this is an Olympus E-five, this is like a grand just for the body and then two or three hundred pounds for each lens but why did you change the settings? This camera is fully automatic; all you need to do is point and click!" Dawn gave Teresa a look, the kind of look an adult might give a child for making a totally immature remark, "The thing is Teresa, I need better than automatic, automatic just averages everything out, gives you the most average picture possible. The little flash of your thigh would have been greyed out slightly, your blouse would have overpowered what is on show underneath it, it wouldn't have shown that you have no bra on." "Wow, you must be good!" Dawn smiled, then she pulled her sketch pad out of her camera bag and opened it at one of her sketches. "My God Dawn, this is great, if you ever want to sell it I'd happily pay you fifty pounds for it." I lifted out of my seat slightly and recognised the drawing of Sarah and Peter from the previous evening. "Is this two women Dawn?" "No, a boy and a girl!" "Oh, that's a pity; the woman definitely looks like she's having more fun than she would ever have with a boy." I kissed both of my daughters and slapped their bottoms as I sent them off to bed. As soon as the girls reached their bedrooms Teresa raised her eyebrows twice in my direction, "The things kids find on the internet these days, your daughters seem to be more comfortable with relationships at their age than you did at fifteen, I remember trying to comfort you one day when you were hacked down by Kettering Grammar school in the quarter finals of the under eighteen county hockey competition." "You tried to kiss me!" "Did I? I'm sure that Johnny wouldn't object to me trying to kiss him, would you Johnny?" I noticed the tent in Johnny's trousers jump slightly, his face was towards Teresa but his eyes were looking sideways at me, I smiled, I raised my eyebrows twice and then gestured slightly towards Teresa with my head. Johnny's tent jumped again and he smiled at Teresa, "No, I'd never complain about a pretty young woman kissing me." Teresa eased herself out of her seat and slinked, feline like over towards the sofa, I jumped to my feet, "I'll go and make sure the girls are in bed and sleeping, I've been tricked by them before." I left the living room door open as I headed for the stairs, I stopped and looked back into the living room, Teresa was already sitting across Johnny's lap, they were already locked together at the mouth and Johnny's hand was rubbing over her blouse outlining the side of her breast. As I started to climb the stairs I wondered if I was feeling jealous or excited. I'd so far played around with two men, it had excited Johnny to know about it but so far Johnny hadn't actually seen me doing anything with another man. I listened at Sarah's bedroom door, she was breathing very heavily and as she didn't have a treadmill in her bedroom the only thing that could have been causing her to breathe so heavily was masturbation, I tapped at her door, "Sarah, you should be sleeping by now darling." There was a gasp and then a, "Sorry mummy." I pushed her door open, "You never have to apologise for doing that darling but you do have to go to sleep when it's time for bed." I kissed her on her forehead and closed her bedroom door, then I went to Dawn's bedroom, she was asleep but hadn't quite made it to bed, her upper body was face down across the bed but her legs hanging over the edge and her toes on the floor. She was actually in her favourite position for drawing, I was almost expecting to find her lying on her sketchpad and pencils but she wasn't. So I rolled her onto her bed properly and covered her with her bedding. When I got back into the living room Teresa's feet were in the place that I had been sitting earlier so I sat in the seat that she had been sitting in opposite the sofa and I switched the wine glasses around so that her drink was closer to her. I sat for ten minutes watching Teresa and Johnny snogging, Teresa pushed Johnny's hand off of the side of her breast and onto her thigh, even more of her bare flesh was exposed now and Johnny's hand was stroking her leg right up under her skirt. Teresa broke her kiss with Johnny and looked over at me; there was a wicked twinkle in her eye as she said, "And what about you Vicky, would you still push me away if I tried to kiss you right now?" I didn't respond to her question, I just sipped at my wine as Teresa giggled and looked down, "Well, it certainly feels like Johnny would like to watch us kissing, so what about it?" I looked at Johnny, he had a huge beaming smile on his face and he was nodding his head. A shiver ran through my body, when I was fifteen and Teresa had tried to kiss me at the side of the school hockey pitch I had felt sick, well, I was in pain and half the school was watching, boys as well as girls. Because the game was so important it had drawn a huge audience and the last thing I wanted was for the boys watching to think that I was a lesbian, at that time I was actively looking for a boyfriend and without knowing I would seek the company of four more boys before I was to meet Johnny. I still had my glass against my lips as Teresa slipped off of Johnny's lap and she started slinking in my direction. She took my glass off of me and placed it on the coffee table, then she hitched her skirt right up so that her peach coloured tanga panties were clearly visible, because I was sitting in an armchair Teresa couldn't sit across my lap the way she had with Johnny so she climbed onto the seat with me with one knee either side of my hips and she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, softly at first and then with more and more passion. Teresa was rocking back and forth as we kissed, I didn't believe it but I wasn't being passive and just accepting her kisses; I was responding and had started to fondle her breasts, I'm sure it had more to do with Johnny watching me rather than the fact that I was kissing another woman. Teresa pulled her mouth away from mine and whispered, "Take my blouse off." I looked past Teresa as she rocked back and forth rubbing her panty covered crotch against my bare thigh, Johnny was watching us closely, his hand on the lump in his trousers, rubbing his cock slowly through his trousers. Well, Johnny was having fun; I know that I'd given him more pleasure in the past week than in any other week since our honeymoon, probably a great deal more because on our honeymoon everything we did had been under the cover of darkness. Johnny definitely looked like he wanted to see me and Teresa doing something for him and after the fun I'd already had during the past week I wouldn't begrudge him anything and the kissing part had been surprisingly pleasant so far so internally I shrugged my shoulders and started to unfasten the buttons down the front of Teresa's blouse. I opened the front of Teresa's blouse, she was braless, her breasts were smaller than mine, they were far less firm and her areola and nipples were less well defined and a lighter pink than mine but I was sure that Johnny would like seeing them. I didn't expose her straight away, I took the time and trouble of unfastening her cuffs first so that as I unveiled her it would be with a flourish. I leaned forward to push her blouse off over her shoulders, she grabbed me and kissed me, holding my body against hers so Johnny still didn't see her breasts. Teresa's mouth was against my ear in a flash, "Would you like the three of us to pop up to your bedroom so we can all play in comfort?" Because Teresa's mouth was against my ear I could see Johnny, his hand was moving slightly faster now, if we didn't do something soon Johnny would reach his end game while Teresa and I were still sitting there kissing. I smiled inwardly, I wanted to watch Johnny fuck Teresa, I wanted to try doing to her what Johnny had done to me just a few hours earlier, I wanted to see what it would taste like licking my husband's spunk out of her cunt the way that he had done to Ray's sperm in my pussy. "Hey darling, would you like to play in the bedroom?" Johnny almost choked and then he broke the world's record for getting out of his seat and crossing the living room on his way to the stairs. He pulled Teresa up off of my knee and then he pulled me to my feet too. Teresa's blouse was left, discarded on the floor between the chair and the sofa. Once in the bedroom Teresa stripped me naked while Johnny undressed himself and then I stripped her. Teresa positioned me on my back and then she straddled my body with her mouth against my cunt and her knees either side of my head. I got a very close up view of Johnny's cock as he fucked Teresa doggy style. Teresa was giving me a ton of pleasure with her mouth and from the flow of her juice spilling out of her cunt and drenching my face; it seemed that Johnny was giving Teresa an equally high amount of pleasure. Johnny took twenty minutes to cum in Teresa's cunt and she quickly pushed back with her hips, ejecting Johnny's cock from her cunt while it was still hard and there was one last jet of cum that fired out of his cock and splashed down over my face a split-second before Teresa lowered her pussy down onto my mouth almost drowning me in the combined juices, I lapped it all up as quickly as I could. Our lovemaking took less than an hour from walking into our bedroom to the three of us falling in each other's arms exhausted and that was exactly where we were at six o'clock in the morning when Sarah wandered into our bedroom holding Teresa's blouse in her hand, "Mum, this looks just like Peter's Auntie's..." Sarah stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Teresa's naked body between her father's and mine.
pt 3 = 6,101 Words.
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