When we left SAL and BETTY last, they had just fucked my dick almost off.When we left SAL and BETTY last, they had just fucked my dick almost off. But I loved every moment of the action. SAL was such a wicked woman, bringing her daughter into our sex life. But I guessed that she had done that several times before...probably starting when Betty was ten or so, when she was still married to the last bum. I never guessed how bad SAL was when we met in the sandwich shop. I was even hesitant to take her home for our first fuck, after making out in the tunnel near her mother's little house. I almost took Betty home from the drive-in movie when she began to tease me, thinking I shouldn't mess with a woman that young. Somehow, my judgement had intuitively realized the truth: BETTY and SAL were practically the same woman, a wildly, passionate woman who needed sex, needed love, needed attention. In fact, they were the kind of women that I was a man. My genitals were always telling me to play...to find a sexual partner...to give them stimulation...to cum...and to cum again...and again.... So I was delighted that SAL had convinced me to bring BETTY into our sex life. And here's how the next event went: I picked SAL and BETTY up at their house about 5 PM, on my way home from a long day of selling in their northside of town. I was sweaty, but as horny as ever. I fantasized that they would bathe me together, then we'd do showers, golden showers, and then lather up together in my shower. I had thoughts of eating them all night and all day Saturday...and all day Sunday. |