Callie’s damn, fuckin’ good, too. Monte met us in the kitchen. Anal sex “besides, I see you and Beth flirting all the time. Compared to my wife, Callie. …well, there’s there is no comparison. Our lawyer can handle all the paperwork for us.”
“He can handle our stuff, too,” Beth looked up at me, “there’s not going to be any problems, anyway. Wearing only bath robes, we returned to the den, to check on the patio activities. If you want to hit on her, just don’t be upset if I do the same with Monte. …or Jim…or both.”
“Mother fucker,” I thought, “did I just hear that? Monte met us in the kitchen. Beth and I were able to fuck again in the shower, then one more time, as we took pains to doctor each others’…’rug rash’. Y’all are welcome to come here, or cum here, anytime, we’ll stay in town. Monte, Jim’s brother, was fun to be around. While she was still raising into position, I was able to get the right angle, and ram my dick in.
