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D O Y O U L I K E T O S W I N G ?
Once in the house, some semblance of order returned, as both couples tried to figure out what to do next. "Ted, darling, why don't you and Debbi go on down to the den while I show the house off to Greg", Laura suggested. "Okay," Ted responded, as he finished handing out drinks to everyone, "but first, a toast to new friends!" he exclaimed as he took a healthy drink from his glass. The two couples clinked glasses, and once the toast was complete, Laura linked her arm through Greg's, and led him off towards the back of the house. Ted looked at Debbi thoughtfully, admiring her full, red mane of hair and the inviting thrust of her breasts pushing against the thin silk blouse. "Come on," he invited, "I've got something I think you'll be interested to see". Debbi followed him down a hall and into a lushly furnished den, complete with a real bear skin rug. "Oh, c'mon. Really. A bear skin rug?" Debbi exclaimed as she entered the room. "I thought they only had these in movies". "Try it out," Ted offered as he settled down on the rug and reached for the remote control for the big screen television across from the rug and fireplace hearth, "they really are comfortable". Debbi kicked off her heels and settled down beside Ted. "Okay," she answered, "what do you have to show me?" "Take a look" Ted replied, as he turned on the television, "do you want to watch?"
There, on the large screen, in living color, were Greg and Laura! Ted fiddled with the control and the camera zoomed in to frame Laura laying on the bed with her skirt pulled up and legs spread wide, perched on the edge with her buttocks almost hanging off the side of the bed and Greg kneeling on the floor in front of her busily licking her vulva, which she held open for him with the fingers of one hand, and fondling one small pert breast in her open blouse with the other. Debbi suddenly noticed she had stopped breathing, and took in a deep breath.Ted, not to miss an opportunity, slid behind the kneeling red head and reaching around, boldly cupped both breasts with his big hands, his fingers finding her budding nipples, which he rolled between thumb and forefinger until Debbi moaned softly. Debbi was still riveted to the screen, where Greg had stood up, and Laura had unfastened his trousers, and had his pretty penis in her mouth, which she was sucking greedily. While Debbi watched, Ted expertly unbuttoned her blouse and, moving in front, bared her heavy, freckled breasts and leaned down to take first one, and then the other rock-hard nipple between his lips. Surrendering to the sensations of pleasure from her breasts, Debbi fell back to the rug, and raised her hips to aid Ted pulling off her panties over her stockings. Ted paused to marvel at Greg's wife, her red hair fanned out on the fur rug, with legs open, revealing her pink vulva rimmed with bright red hair that was silky as Ted toyed with it between his fingers. Moving up beside Debbi, Ted took one breast in his mouth, as he gently placed one finger at Debbi's vagina, swirling it around in the moistness she was starting to flow before pushing the thick digit deep inside her willing hole.
Ted stood, and quickly stripped off his pants, exposing his huge penis dangling between his legs. Consumed now with desire, Debbi raised up on her knees and, gripping his tool with both hands, was able to get the fist-sizedknob in her sucking mouth, while she stroked the veined shaft with her hands. Feeling the great head start to expand in her mouth, she gave it one last lick, and decided she had to have that monster inside of her or die trying. "I want you to penetrate me, but I'm scared to have you on top" she explained to Ted, who willingly laid back on the bearskin, gripping his horse-penis in one hand and gently stroking it. Debbi straddled Ted's body, balancing, and with one hand, guided the blunt head to the opening of her sopping vagina.
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