“Then it’s settled, you two are dating. GO!” Chloe stared at Jonathan’s nude form, and I admired the girls’ cute blushing faces and sexy bodies as my wife waved them toward the kitchen. We picked up chocolate syrup, strawberry jam, and whipped cream, too. I stared deeply into her eyes then French kissed her, getting much more applause. Chloe asked, “Do you like her, Jon?”
He cleared his throat and swallowed. After dinner and a shower, she sucked me off and rode me cowgirl style until we were both exhausted. We drove across town to get more condoms and, um… some help.” She pointed to her 19-year-old sister Melissa. We’d make an excuse to go to the guest house or Chloe would find a reason to go in our bedroom with us. I could see a small wet spot in the crotch of her tight jeans and a growing bulge in his. Chloe repeated, “Come on, Lora, sit on him.” As she did and Jon wrapped an arm around her, Chloe said, “You can’t kiss him that way.
